Spring Is Not Here

Yesterday was beautiful. The sun showed himself for the third day straight and all that light got to me. After church, we changed into warm clothes and went for a walk to the nearby park. The streets had that dusty, newly-unearthed look to them that I love so much. When the streets started looking like that in Rexburg, I knew spring wasn't far away. All the crushed-up lava rock that the city had spread at intersections collected into long piles and got swept away by melted snow.

Here, the streets get bleached by salt but the look of a newly-bare road with that dull shine from the sun is still gorgeous to me. As we walked along, my internal optimist got the better of me and I said, "Wouldn't it be great if this was it? If it just got warmer and warmer from here and then it was just spring? If we didn't have any more snow this year?"

Suzanne, ever wise, said, "Yeah, but you know that's not gonna happen. Every time you think winter is done, you usually have at least two or three more storms to go."

Now, here it is, three in the afternoon of the next day and here's what we've got on for the next 24 hours:



I'm not the kind of guy that gets angry when his wife is right all the time but if there was ever something I wanted her to be wrong about, this would be it.