It snowed in April this year. A Lot. In northern Minnesota it was not only the snowiest April in recorded history, but the snowiest month in recorded history with 50.8 inches reported in Duluth by the National Weather Service.
And then it snowed some more. In May. I like snow. But after a while, enough is just enough. Plowable snow in May!?!
And yet, because of my seasonal allergies to "exotic" trees like birch, oak and elm, I do not welcome early spring. I become a sneezy, watery-eyed, head-achey mess and my usually well-controlled asthma is not so well controlled.
It seems cruel that the narrow window of beautiful early spring when the weather is the perfect temperature for outdoor exercise and exploration is also the season that makes me feel terrible.
I think there is a definite seasonal element to my depression. February is typically not a good time. In spite of a quite good adherence to my medication regimen things took a dramatic turn for the worse in the year's second month. Then the cold and the snow dragged out that winter season right up to the point when POOF it was tree pollen season.
So I am not so happy to see the greening of the spring. Rain is fine. It settles pollen and dust and typically cools things down. There is one sign of spring that I have grown to love, but it is an indoor event.
As the days get longer for a short time the morning sun shines through the aquarium to form rainbows in the hallway. Last spring the youngest two kids figured out they could bend the path of the rainbow using clear plastic toy bins. They call it "rainbow time."
I like the idea of rainbow time. I like its brightness and the fleeting nature of its existence. I like the joy it brings to my children and the wonder of seasons that change and return every year.
Quaker, teacher, parent,