Sunday, April 10, 2011

heard you missing steps in the street

Spring arrived today.

In a nanosecond bipolar shift, the city shed its quilted parka, removed its gloved hands from where they had been shoved deep into pockets of gloom, and walked a little faster, a little taller, shoulders back, face raised to greet the sun.

At casa del Zombie, there were some unmistakable signs that we have turned that corner, finally put the doc martens to winter:
1. The antarctic shoreline that is defining the back lane has melted enough that no longer do we live in fear of getting our tires permanently lodged in an ice rut as we attempt to egress our garages.
2. I wore no gloves while driving and my bare hands did not freeze to the steering wheel.
3. The trampoline kids are out trampolining next door. Could the lawn mower kids on the other side be very far behind?
4. The hoodie that I wore last night as a shirt served as a outer jacket this afternoon.
5. The Slightly Retarded Kitty is giving up nocturnalism in favour of spending the afternoon outdoors.
6. The neighbour across the street has a brand new rake and is poking around at the bare grass on his front lawn. I suspect this is partially to thumb his nose at those of us on the other side of the street whose lawns are still blanketed in two feet of white.
7. My bedroom window remained open all afternoon and nobody complained that they were freezing to death.

It all makes watching the finals of the Men's World Curling Championship feel a trifle surreal. Spring curling does serve to make us wary of the vagaries of weather, reminds us that a sea change can occur in the blink of an eye. We keep an eye to the sky, not just to embrace the warmth of the sun and to avoid looking any longer at the mounds of ice and snow, but to remain on guard. Spring in the prairies keeps us humble.


Wandering Coyote said...

We used to have a summer bonspeil around here that I thought was strange, but those curling guys are hard core & they'll curl no matter what the weather. Unfortunately, the summer bonspeil is no more, so perhaps that says something. glad things are perking up weather-wise over your way. I still have monumental glaciers on my front lawn, but it's pouring with rain so hopefully they'll wash away pretty quickly.

Allison said...

Glad to hear the weather is perking up there. Ours is pinging back and forth, brought out my winter jacket again, but it usually warms by mid day.

Barbara Bruederlin said...

I hope that rain works its magic on clearing up those glaciers, WC. Or perhaps you could paint some circles on your lawn and have a curling bonspiel.

I've been hearing you are getting scads of rain this week, AL. To whom do I speak about ensuring that there are cherry blossoms when I get out there?

Allison said...

I'll make sure to capture some in a ziplock for you in case they all fall off before you get here. ;)

Barbara Bruederlin said...

Much obliged, Al! Bagged blossoms are better than none at all.

Dr. Monkey Hussein Monkerstein said...

Thank gawd for the trampoline kids.

Barbara Bruederlin said...

They are almost as awesome as the lawn mower kids, Dr M.

Anonymous said...

gloves while driving? Chipping ice to allow lakes in the alley to drain? Ahhhh I remember those years as if they were only 15 years ago.