What I Did on the First Day of Spring

first day of spring

I swore a lot.

You know, just for the record, way back in the day when I was young Spring didn’t officially begin until the twenty-first day of March.  When things change I always like to find someone to blame for it, and in this case it’s astronomers and calendar manufacturers and people with a warped sense of humor.

Spring is currently being reduced by approximately one minute per year and winter by about one-half minute per year. Summer is gaining the minute lost from spring, and autumn is gaining the half-minute lost from winter. Winter is the therefore the shortest astronomical season, and getting shorter all the time.

If you don’t believe that, good for you.  It doesn’t sound even remotely realistic to me either, especially when I’m looking out the kitchen window at eight o’clock in the morning on the 20th of March at a raging blizzard.

So back to the swearing part of my day.  W has already replaced my winter tires with summer tires because it’s what he does every March just before a major snow squall.  There’s no reasoning with him on this so I don’t even bother anymore.  I just get in my car and drive all over the road cursing non stop for however long it takes me to get where I’m going.  It’s good that I get this out of my system before I start work.  And that no one has to listen to it but me.  It’s therapeutic.  That’s my story and I’m sticking to it.

So I did make it through the crappy weather to my destination where I worked all day.  Then I did some grocery shopping and drove home on mostly bare roads because the snow melts more quickly when a lot of maniacs are driving their cars on it.  And I made a big pot of chili.  Because it’s the first day of Spring and we need to eat something hot to thaw us out.

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I also took this lovely spring picture in our back yard.  I think the icicles on the lawn chair are a nice touch.  I’m not sure why the little tables are on top of the chairs but I’m sure W would have some crazy long and detailed explanation for it if I were foolish enough to ask him about it.  So I won’t.

I’m not convinced that today was a real spring day.  Maybe it’s still supposed to be the twenty-first after all and tomorrow we’ll get a better surprise.

22 thoughts on “What I Did on the First Day of Spring

    • It was not me who put the lawn furniture out in March. We can get snow here in May. I don’t know why W has such a hard time remembering things like that, but I’m sure you can relate. 🙂 Thx Molly. xxoo


    • But there’s snow on the chair seats….and although the cement was clear the next day, the snow on the slats remained, with the table legs stuck in it. I’m sure by now you don’t even know what I’m talking about so I’ll try to let it go. lol


    • Hmm – not me. I NEVER miss winter. But I also never complain about rain, because it’s so much better than that white stuff. Yes, fickle month for sure. Glad it’s almost over. 🙂


  1. I can’t believe how stoic your pet sheep is. He is practically the Buddha!
    Hope spring comes sooner rather than later for you. *fingers crossed*


  2. Haha yes we had snow in wed, and it was cold and windy yesterday. I know where my family is they got a blizzard. Nature likes to let us know that we can’t force it to do our bidding.


  3. Enjoyed this much. You are a funny woman, and a wise wife who knows when it is pointless to point out what is pointless to point out.

    (And of course the tables on the chairs are pointless. It saves the tables’ legs? Pshaw. What about the chairs’ legs, and the legs of the other table? Does W hate those poor furniture items? Why does he hate them so? Why not raise the legs of ALL the poor furniture with bricks or blocks and save ALL the legs? Come to think of it, now I know why I am no longer married.)


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