All day yesterday I was singing that - waiting for the spring that won't ever come even though the actual lyric is "waiting for the trains that just never come" from High Life by the Counting Crows. I think in song lyrics, and sometimes the ones I fuck up become blog post titles.
It's been calendar spring for two weeks and felt like spring on like two occasions for five minutes each. Everything is brown, skies are mostly gray, and it's a gamble to leave your winter coat at home. Except for today, when it's supposed to be 68. Tomorrow highs back in the 40s. Monday morning, snow. Snow in the weekend forecast too.
Between today and tomorrow I'm going to shave my legs, get my hair done, give myself a pedicure,wear bright colors, and apply self tanner in an effort to lure spring out for good.
You should do your version of the same. It's going to take all of us to pull spring away out from under the winter stranglehold this year. Let's lure it out with love and wooing words and beauty and preparation.
I have chosen to wear a spring dress with leggings today. It's the first time it's ever seen the light of day, and I did not realize the detail that I thought was gray is actually green until I got into the full light of my office so my charcoal gray leggings are a little off. Sorry about it.
Let me know what you'll be doing to add to the cause.
