Here I am, running errands around town, realize I’m driving with my car window rolled down, the temperature is 56 degrees, Fahrenheit, and it’s still February. Look, the reading was only 20 degrees this morning, and the frost was heavy. Still, having the window open feels natural, and the fresh air’s wonderful.
At the next stoplight, I look around and realize half of the other drivers also have their car windows open. Makes me think of the joke about how the drivers in Florida would all have their heat turned on if it was ten degrees warmer than here.
As I move on, I start wondering about the drivers who still have their windows rolled up. Is it because they have their air conditioning on?
We still have March and the potential for some heavy snowfall ahead.
We don’t have it anywhere near that mild here in Saskatchewan, I didn’t try driving with the window open today. But the sun sure does feel good – I just went out and filled our bird feeder in a short-sleeved shirt without a jacket. Sometimes I feel a little bit sorry for those folks who live where they never enjoy the wonder of spring after a cold winter.
I couldn’t live without the contrast in seasons, either, even if I’m having a harder time with the cold these days — in part, I think, because of some of the meds I’m on. For the first time in my life, I watched maple sap dripping from the tapped tree into a bucket after worship Sunday and was swept with wonder. I’m adding that to the list.