I get the feeling that our calendar system is profoundly inaccurate. When the calendar indicated it was autumn, I was experiencing the frigid air temperatures and packed powder snow of winter as I hiked and camped. Now that the calendar indicates it’s winter, I’m hiking in 45-degree F air temperature, up to my ankles in mud and seriously contemplating kite-flying on what feels like a spring day. There’s even an extra minute of daylight.
I’m going to allow myself to feel the hopefulness that comes with spring - at least until an icy winter blast changes Nature’s offering.