It's a Spring Thing

Yesterday I saw the first robin of the year. It is always a delight because this is when we know that spring is coming.

It’s been a long and cold winter, but it won’t be long before the snow is gone and the tulips and daffodils are in full bloom. Spring is a promise of brighter, warmer days ahead.

Every year I marvel at the profound changes that spring brings us all. Everyone seems to have a renewed spring in their step.

I love the springtime

I try to enjoy spring for all the right reasons. I have been cooped up too long all winter.

It is tough for me to go out when the temperatures are cold and damp. I shelter in place, going outside as little as possible.

Glorious sunshine brings me out of my cloistered cocoon, and I again feel free to join the land of the living.

Feeling less fear about being outside

The last three years have been full of virus and pandemic fears, making most of us stay inbound with little to no company. It has been a sad time as we have lost many loved ones with no chance to bid them farewell.

It has not been a happy time for many people. Although we basically know that the pandemic will never be completely gone, masking up to play it safe lets us once again attempt to join the land of the living.

Life is so short. I am tired of being tired, and I am restless from too much indoor activity.

It is the right time for me to push aside the constant fear and get on with it. I want to be able to leave my house and socialize again instead of having regrets about more things I can no longer do.

No time like the present to get up and go

There is a short window of 6 to 8 weeks before it gets too hot and humid to be able to go out in the daytime. Since I can no longer stay up past 10:00 PM, it seems like there is no time like the present to get going, and there is no better day than today to begin.

If I can walk, I will with the aid of my walker, but if I can’t, then I will use my scooter. Often, if I can’t use my scooter, then the venue is simply not for me.

I have tried too many times to accommodate people’s expectations and suffered for no good reason. I do a thorough check of the venue as I enter. First up is checking out the washrooms and then the food court and how to easily get around.

The promise of spring means planning my garden and decorating my porch with containers of flowers. It takes time and many conversations with the experts to pick colors, pots, and fragrances for flowers. Spring is my favorite time of year.

Editor’s Note: We are extremely saddened to say that on January 7th, 2024, Barbara Moore passed away. Barbara’s advocacy efforts and writing continue to reach many. She will be deeply missed.