Time Marches On

So, as is pretty much known by people who read these musings, I walk my dog.  I walk him two miles at 6 AM and I walk him 2 miles around 7 PM.  We are a late dinner household, because my wife and I both are out of the house working .  Our son, is in and out, he goes to work, he goes to school, he goes to his friends house, he goes to the gym. He tells us that this week he is on "Spring Break", I say I would not have noticed, my wife shoots me a dagger look, my son and I laugh.  My wife never got the hang of male humor.

But dog walking remains a constant , regardless os weather and season.  So I have maintained a pile of gloves and head wear in my den for the last several months.  It is piled in a corner, so I can easily grab a cap, a hat, a balaclava, warm gloves, warmer gloves or warmest gloves depending on the weather. 

This pile  must really grate on my wife's nerves because she is something of a neat freak.  So March arrives and she aays something .  She is being kind, it was something like:  Do you think you can get this mess out of my den ?  That is usually a good signal to react, even for someone like me.

So I grab my stuff, take it to the washing machine , wash it, dry it and put it away for next year.  I  am feeling pretty good, the temperatures have been running in the 50s., my stuff is washed, dried, fluffed, folded and stored. The Den looks normal.

But this morning I get up, throw on a light jacket, no gloves and no hat and grab the dog and out we go.  It is March , you dimwit, screams the 27 degree air as it blast me driven by 40 MPH winds and so it is.   30 minutes later as we return  from our sojourn  , I dive into the house and go looking for the box with the stored gloves, hats and miscellany, for Winter is not over until the daffodil blooms.I know I will need it again.  Yeoow it is cold.

But this month is among my favorites for just this reason. Unpredictability and bluster and change and warmth fighting cold means that the seasonal shift is in full charge. I love it, it makes me look at things, feel things and really appreciate the fire in the fireplace and the idea of renewal. I see birds on the wing and hear them in the morning, they are on their way back.   Spring is nearing, you can smell it and feel it, you just have to make it through March and just as long as you don't put your hat away.