Twice today as I’ve felt the warmth of the sun seep into my chilled bones I’ve also felt the tickle of snowflakes on my skin. Like dust or ash it sparkles but it isn’t. It is a lingering reminder of a season that won’t end and an April fighting to let new life rise up. Easter falls next weekend almost as late as possible and I’m wondering if the moons and readings setting its date have also been playing with the sky. The days are too long and the sun too bright for snow. During the spring I double up on sunglasses and wish for green hues in the fields to keep my eyes from burning. I love the sun and the warmth but as driving is a necessary part of my life I find myself doubling up on sunglasses looking ridiculous for the sake of my corneas and forehead wrinkles.
There is still enough water sitting in the spots in town that until recently were boggy homes to frogs and ducks so we don’t need the moisture. My son is dismayed we are back to square one on his quest for a mud-free path to school and his puddle hopscotch games have to continue.
Dear Spring,
You are invited to Maidstone, please don’t worry about over staying your welcome. Everyone is really excited to see you. Don’t tell the snow you’re coming just slip into town, there’s plenty to see and do.
Sincerely,
Danica
P.S. Bring your rubber boots and watch for the potholes.
Written by Danica Lorer
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