This season has me both freezin' and sneezin'.

What I mean to say, is that on this last day of Winter, to be freezing and sneezing at airborne pollen at the same time, is a clear conflict of interest.

It seems impossible that tomorrow is the first day of Spring. A turtleneck and toque were donned in anticipation of a full-sized walk this morning, plus the fact that it was only 28 degrees when I left the house.

I took along my camera since I had extra time this morning. While I saw a few things worthy of taking a shot, I must admit that I thought twice about drawing the camera out of the case, since I must first slip off the toasty gloves, so the camera stayed put.

Those March winds have returned, and made the walk even more brrrrrrrrrisk. I hope all these windy March days doesn’t mean non-stop April showers as that ditty goes.

There was tree dander flying about and settling on my coat sleeves. My wool hat was sprinkled with red and yellow tree dander when I removed it when I got home. I noticed the wind earlier in the week caused that reddish-colored tree dander to creep underneath the garage door sweep – I opened the door and it was all over the garage floor and stacked up in neat little piles where the wind had whirled it around and banked it up in front of the door. That tree dander leaves me sneezing for a few hours once I get into the house, and it didn’t help that I brought in extra pollen on my clothes. I guess it’s just another sign of Spring, but one I can do without.

I saw a squirrel nibbling on a long ratty-looking carrot which he held between his front paws. It was nearly as tall as he was. I thought to myself that it would be a great picture if one of the photo editing sites had some bunny ears I could just plop onto his head, and, while I ruminated on whether or not to take his picture, he suddenly dropped that carrot like a hot potato and scurried off. If you snooze – you lose, when trying to take critter pictures sometimes. I do believe that the carrot was the remnants of the snowman that I told you about a few weeks ago.

The sky was rather unusual looking – its multi-colored strata looked like a layered pudding dessert – light blue on the bottom, a layer of light gray, then darker gray and finally some pale white clouds. That sky reminded me a bit of when my mom used to make layers of vanilla, butterscotch and cholate pudding and top it off with Dream Whip. It was a kind of reverse “Pudding in a Cloud” dessert. Once again, I toyed with the idea of taking out the camera, but left it tucked away – maybe another day.

That odd-looking sky needed something on this March day – perhaps a kite, light as a feather and made of balsa wood, lifting off and going higher and higher with a long, beribboned tail streaming and wiggling in the breeze. On the ground, not far behind, would be a young girl with a big ball of twine tethered to that colorful kite.

I know I spent many Spring weekends with my friends, each of us dashing to and fro while guiding our kites in the meadow at the end of Sandmere Place that eventually became part of the Hopedale Mall.

That little nugget of nostalgia got me thinking that I never see kites up in the sky anymore. So, are they now passé and just another memory from my past?

Up, up and away … I wish somebody would tell me to “go fly a kite” and I’d go for it and turn back the hands of time once again.

[Image by GDJ from Pixabay and openclipart.org]

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