April Fool

I am an April Fool. Not a silly, prankster April Fool, but an "it's FINALLY spring!" April Fool.

But for the time change and losing an hour of early morning light, I love this time of year. Trees that are merely ordinary the rest of the year, become beauty queens under a tiara of blooms. Bracing winds that kept us indoors, beckon us out to play in more forgiving and much gentler air. The monochromatic earth takes on a mosaic of colors as bulbs that lie dormant for a season erupt in triumph. Even Opening Day has a sense of optimism and possibility that the first football games in August can never seem to match....

For the past two years, I haven't paid much attention to the changing seasons. My own drama was pretty all consuming, as I made the transition from Big City Single Girl to Small Town Wife and (almost) back again. We're settled here, and it's a nice feeling. The waves don't wash over me the way they once did, though there are still a few demons needing exorcism. I'll save those for another day, as I enjoy the last few moments of calm before my husband and his visiting kids realize that daylight savings time has robbed them of a precious weekend hour.

The Wife Who Knows