Or in this case, looking out my front window.
Spring time in New England is very special indeed. Whereas in other areas of this big ol' country the seasons tend to run into each other with no discernible break to speak of, in New England it's a bit different.
Because winter is so incredibly harsh, the changeover to spring isn't seamless. It's more like a-bad-delivery-boy-dropping-your-order-in-front-of-you-from-a-great-height-and-smashing-the-contents-within-then-standing-there-like-a-dolt-expecting-a-tip-for-his-crappy-service changeover.
So when Spring arrives in Connecticut, people go absolutely ga-ga for the warmer weather. And in my case, I'm no exception. Just to make some of you out there slightly jealous, the weather forecast today in my neck of the woods is: low 80's, sunny, breezy, with nary a cloud in sight. I plan on doing my part today by simply vegging out in the mountain and catching up on my writing.
In the meantime, here's a little taste of what I got to look forward to.
The sun is already cascading down the mountainside and peeking between the now (finally) budding tree branches, throwing out its sunbeams and making contact with the houses, lawns and the quiet street.
In my driveway I can see a few birds hopping along looking for food to eat. When I step out on the porch, I can feel the breeze tickling my head as it gently makes it way through the mountain and down the street. I can also hear other birds singing their morning wake up song. In my front yard, I just saw a bird fly by and land on the gnarly old tree that's been growing in the yard for the past 44 years of my life. When it's finally in bloom, it looks likes this:
Once I start off on my weekly walk to the center of town, I will be experiencing that wonderful country oasis of peaceful solitude, smack dab in the middle of the suburban wasteland.
Who knows? Maybe this weekend will be the weekend in which I get one of those disposables and create a travelogue entitled, "My Saturday Morning Walk".
In any event, please be the following: jealous of the fact that Spring is now here where I live, and horrified about the fact that I will be wearing shorts and showing off those skinny pale white legs of mine.