I woke up this morning full of excitement. My husband had been talking about a forecast for weather in the 70’s this week and I was ready! I dressed in layers fully expecting to be peeling them off as the day went on and the weather improved. Spring!!!
Then I picked up my phone and saw there was a notification, a weather notification:
Light snow stopped!
“What’s today’s weather supposed to be?” I asked my husband.
“Oh, only mid 40’s,” his casual reply.
I guess spring isn’t starting today. That’s when the word popped in my head,
Winter is still lingering. Of course winter is still lingering, it is March.
I remembered my sons’ stances on what was the best day of the week. One of them, or it could have been both of them, contended it was Thursday because the entire weekend, including Friday, was ahead of you.
Thinking of it that way it seems March is to spring what Thursday is to the weekend. It’s that long month of sameness before the break, before Spring. But it’s a whole month and therefore within that month, winter lingers.
So back to lingering.
Because we linger over lots of things and many of them are really good things. Like
cups of coffee
we linger and we fill up with stamina, the stamina to make it through to the next moment worth lingering over.
So back to March, that Thursday before the weekend, that month before spring. I will try to linger along with you. I’ll enjoy my warm fleece, evening fires, warm soups, sustaining stews, heated seats, and cozy scarves a bit longer while I linger away winter, awaiting the promise of a nice long