Y’ALL! It is 66 degrees in Boston today. It may be grey and drizzily and generally yucky, but it is 66 DEGREES. I got into the city ridiculously early today, so instead of taking the subway to my office, I walked, the long way, through Chinatown.
(An aside: Even at 7:45 in the morning, the smell of cheap, greasy Chinese food is one of my favorite smells in the world. I don’t think I have ever craved Lo Mein so early in the day.)
I am in the best of moods this morning. I guess it isn’t lack of sunlight that bothers me, but just the bitter cold weather. I haven’t been in spirits this high since the Fall, which is slightly frightening. That’s an awfully long time to be in a funk. No Matter! It’s April 1st, and surely spring is around the corner (as long as I ignore the fact that it’s supposed to be back in the 30s by the end of the week). It certainly helps that this morning when I left the house, I picked some of the Daffodils blooming – DAFFODILS! BLOOMING! – in my garden to send to work with Pete so that he could give them to his Headmistress (She’s Welsh – Daffodils are the national flower of Wales and an enduring symbol for all Welsh people – and Pete just got word that next year he’s getting a big, fat raise, so she’s one of my favorite people at the moment).
I have never been so happy to see a season coming.