Spring musings... I don't believe Phil

So, Punxatawny Phil did not see his shadow-- early spring? Not likely. I'm not that kind of optimist. It seems like "real" winter has not yet happened--we've had more rain/slush/slop than actual accumulated snow. Not that I mind, really, but I'm a realist. The chance of us getting out of the winter months relatively unscathed is appealing. I doubt it, though. I will go on record as stating it is less possible for us to have a stretch of below-zero days and weeks, though, which is just fine by me. 

I see on the news and on my social media feed that college softball teams are back at it, and that the basketball season is past the half-way mark. The seed catalogs are coming in the mail. I need to put away the candles in my windows (Candlemas was Friday). These are all signs of spring coming, but I can't believe it, won't believe it, for quite a while yet. 

But I will admit to feeling a little restless and wanting to see real green grass. That's one reason I like to watch spring training baseball games on television; outside the window, it's all mud and wet, gray and brown. On the screen, it's blue skies and green grass. I honestly don't care who is playing. And tomorrow is Red Sox Nation's Truck Day! Probably, they'll continue to flub things up, and we'll have another season of woulda-coulda-shoulda, but hey, it's baseball. 

And speaking of spring, good luck finding any warm socks in any store right now. My wool socks are wearing out, and I could use a couple pair. Going into stores is like getting hit in the face with Starburst candies-- all the pinks, lavenders, yellows, lime green-- bathing suits !-- but here in the north country, we still need wool. 

It's a tease. But I will take out those window candles and remove the Christmas wreath.

Have a good day,

C