Yesterday was the day. It finally came. After months of waiting for it, it arrived. It’s not always the same day every spring, it can vary by several weeks. And there is no warning until that day gets here and you just know it. It’s an intuition thing.
I remember the ritual well - especially when I lived in Ohio. The day when I could put away the dreary, heavy winter clothes and put on my spring things. There was a feeling of lightness attached to it - for some reason. Now, that I live in California, the event is not as dramatic, but there is definitely a shifting from long sleeves to short.
I think it might be the eventual giving up and setting up the swamp cooler for the summer. In the fall, it’s when we finally cave in and turn the furnace on. Lol.
A Springtime Rite of Passage
I remember the ritual well - especially when I lived in Ohio. The day when I could put away the dreary, heavy winter clothes and put on my spring things. There was a feeling of lightness attached to it - for some reason. Now, that I live in California, the event is not as dramatic, but there is definitely a shifting from long sleeves to short.
I think it might be the eventual giving up and setting up the swamp cooler for the summer. In the fall, it’s when we finally cave in and turn the furnace on. Lol.
For me it’s the ritual of opening up the skylight and window in my attic to let the heat out.