Hurray, She's Back!

The green sawdust has settled, the last drop of green beer has been drunk, but the spirit of St.Paddy’s Day has just begun. I’m writing this on Thursday, March 18th. It is a balmy 70 degrees and the streets are overflowing with people shedding their winter clothes—jackets, hats, gloves, scarves, buying bouquets of daffodils, and stopping at their favorite tavern for an early bird special.

Spring has sprung! Spring is here!

Although, by the time this blog is posted, bad weather may be with us again. The point is, we’ve had a taste, a whiff--of what’s to come, and we’ll hold on to it, like a hot water bottle, to keep us warm if the weather turns ugly again.

I have witnessed blizzards in March, and daffodils coated with snow in April. But I’ve never seen a year without spring. Sooner or later, she comes. You can count on it. But on this particular day, the first whiff of spring, I’m going to make the most of it. Walk until I drop, inhale the scents from the flower marts., waste an hour at an outdoor cafe watching people enjoying themselves. And make a toast. “To spring! Hurray, she’s back!”

--Robin Hathaway