I’m desperately waiting for Spring to spring forth!  I’m getting impatient to head outside, to see progress on the house repairs and to get rid of the old garage and get the new one up!  But how is anything supposed to get done when all I see is snow, snow and more snow!  And guess what the weather person is calling for tonight?  You guessed it!  More SNOW!  Come on!  It’s almost April!  There should be puddles and mud not ice and snow.  Easter will be here in 2 weeks and we’ll still be decked out in our Easter tuque and mitts rather than our Easter bonnets and gloves.

I’m well aware that I’m not the only impatient body waiting for spring.  Just by watching the behavior of my cats I can see that that they are chopping at the bit.  There has been many times where I have seen the cat “hunting” from the window.  She’s seen a little bird, I’m sure she can taste it, but with the snow on the ground she refuses to venture out.  And my male cat, he’s just getting rambunctious!  He’s running around the house, up and down the stairs chasing Lucy and being chased by Lucy.  There is a fair amount of cat hair flying through the house and numerous thuds, slams and bumps throughout the day and evening. 

And me, I’ve got a drawer full of seeds that I’m itching to place in the ground.  I want to start my seedlings in the house and plant them out.  There is nothing more fun than feeling the warm sun, breathing the warm air and playing around in the yard.  Watching the plants grow and everything slowly green up is such a calming and wonderful feeling.  The spring is great time of year, it’s warm, and no mosquitoes or too many other bugs yet, while the trees and the wildlife (the little we see in the city) seems to all come to life once again.

I’m not sure if Greg is itching for spring, as for him it means the end of two pool leagues!  It means that he will be home on Tuesdays and Thursdays and will have to haul the lawnmower out, maybe use the rake and pick up the little presents that the neighborhood dogs have left for him. He may need to pull a week or pick up a stray nail that flew from the house during the re-shingling.  He may have to encounter the odd flying bug or whack a mosquito or two come June. I think that he is sometimes afraid of the chores I may find for him to do when he’s not playing pool.  I do know one thing; as long as there is no pool and I’m around he will never be bored!  I can ALWAYS find something for him to do.