There’s only 701 hours or 42060 minutes until spring! 29 days. Yes, I know. People tell me not to rush my life away. I don’t think I am, really. Just wishing to rush passed the frigid temps and ice we’ve had for the last few months.
I’d happily linger in spring, not rushing away a single minute. But, the older I get the colder I get. And after a few months of oppressively grey, gloomy skies I’m craving sunshine, warmth and spring’s freshness. I’ve been admonished before that I hurry up to wait. Well, truth be told, yes, I’d like to hurry up spring so I can wait and lavish its lushness.