I found this by the river on a sunny day last week.
I am not ready for Spring! I am not ready for fishing and gardening and berries and jam. I am not ready for no-school and kayaking and bicycling and bears. I am not ready for guests and endlessly long days and wood chopping and mosquitoes.
Let this be a reminder to me to savor what is left of early bedtimes and reading by the fire. Of hot cocoa after skiing and fierce hockey games. Of quiet mornings with just the two year old tricycling round and round the kitchen while I get lunch ready.
Although I am sort of looking forward to wildflowers.