Last night, we had big plans: tickets for dinner and the opening game at the Potomac Nationals game in Woodbridge. Nate pulled out his ball cap and kept talking about seeing the “ballgames.” Indeed, it sounded like a pleasant night on the town.
The weather, however, had different plans. A baseball game in the rain and forty degree winds didn’t sound like fun, so we stayed home and declared a movie, pizza, and board game night. They were all very familiar winter activities, but the changing season is still newborn and plans sometimes have to be remade.
Cold weather notwithstanding, spring is here. It’s the time of year when rain-outs are the norm, and back up arrangements are needed. In winter’s anticipation of sunny days and pretty dresses, I always forget spring’s fickleness. Spring and fall are the in betweens seasons, when life is almost a certainty, but only for five minutes.
This is the season in which baseball begins to dominate a good part of the week. Nate’s not old enough for Little League yet, but Daniel plays with a local league, which means weekly games and practices. And then there’s real baseball, giving the almighty Yankees (yes, he’s a transplant) another chance at the series. Life is slowly shifting to the outdoors.
The weather is unpredictable: warm one day, cold the next. The flowering trees and daffodils are breathtakingly beautiful and any day now, I expect to find our tiny car covered in green pollen. And all those baseball practices? Half of them will be rained out, if last year was any indication. But we will continue to make plans knowing that as the month goes on, more of them will happen.
And then there’s spring cleaning: all of the change leaves me itchy and the best cure seems to scrubbing and decluttering. Just today, the fridge’s dirty layers had me in soapy suds on a Saturday afternoon. The shelves are sparkly clean, but I have moved on to the next thing: deciding on the elusive perfect curtains for our bedroom. I even sorted out my scarily tall stack of recipes which has not been touched since I was nesting in my third trimester.
All these tell me that yes, Virginia, spring is here, even if a bit later than usual and that more sunny, flowery days are soon to follow.