My mantra during the cold winter months from December 21st on is always the same:
The Days Are Getting Longer.
(For 'Game of Thrones' fans- I could never be a Stark with their 'Winter is Coming' motto)
I take comfort in that statement, knowing as I drive the kids to piano lessons at 5PM in the fracking darkness of January, that soon, oh, so very soon, it will be light when I pick them up at 6:00, and then light when I drop them off at 5- which will mean spring is here.
Wednesday was the Vernal Equinox-when the hours of light and the hours of darkness are exactly the same. From that day on, daylight kicks the darkness's ass. (At least until the Autumnal Equinox in September when stupid darkness takes over again. But enough of that crap. Bring on the light!)
Normally I would be more cheerful this time of year, but it's been hard for us Chicagoans, because we keep comparing this below normal spring progression with that freakish and creepy global warming shit we experienced last year.
Sure, we have been wallowing in below freezing temperatures of late, and as we sat chilling in sleet-soaked St. Patrick's Day celebrations, it was hard not to reflect on how last year's festivities found us having a BBQ outside in shorts, the crocuses and daffodils were already bloomed and dying and I was tan.
It's hard not to take the weather personally sometimes.
I need to keep reminding myself that it will get warm now that the daylight is winning. And really, if it were even a little warmer than the 20 degrees it is outside, I would be knee deep in the dirt of my garden and relishing the sun on my arms, instead of sitting under a blanket, eating malted milk Robin's Egg easter candies and watching "Smash".
I may be bitter, but I am trying. Hard. I am not sure I can keep this up much longer.
People always say that we tolerate living in Chicago because the summers are so spectacular here. It's true. I'm just saying, based on this winter and 'spring', this summer had better be f-ing amazing.