Michigan’s definition of spring is somewhat confused. Last week, while it was officially ‘winter’, temperatures approached the mid-fifties and the kids were ready to break out the swimsuits and flip-flops. Spring officially started on Sunday and I was greeted by a Winter Weather Watch for Wednesday and Thursday with as much as 8 inches of snow. Michigan, get your act together.
While I do look forward to the warmer weather. I’m tired of my winter clothes and closed-toed shoes. Spring is not my favorite season. mostly because of the soil in our backyard. It’s a mixture of clay that holds water like a basin and hardens to a lumpy crust after a week or two of dryness. Despite numerous attempts to soften it by spreading top soil and aerating it and planting soft green grasses, it remains hard and bumpy and not barefoot friendly. (Given that our dog is a Great Dane, I shudder to think what some of those petrified lumps might be.)
So in the spring when the snow melts or it rains, our postage stamp back yard becomes an ankle deep pond, stretching almost from the back door to the back fence. The kids don’t mind hopping into their muck boots and sloshing around, nor is the dog particularly perturbed by the standing water (now if the water is coming from the sky, it’s a different story). However after an hour or so of jumping and splashing and wiggling and falling over (“I didn’t mean to, honest!”), they come inside. Now the kids can shed some of the gross, mud-caked clothes–when they remember– in the entry way.
The dog, however, is a different story. Despite her size, she is afraid of nearly everything… including the towel that we use to wipe the outside layer of grime off. So after chasing her around the kitchen, trying to scrub her legs and belly, I now have to scrrub the pawprints off the floor. She heads directly to the couch for a rest… the light colored one, of course.
That’s not to say everything about spring is awful. We can get outside to run and walk and ride bikes. The kids can burn off some of their crazy energy at baseball and soccer, instead getting on each others’ nerves in the house.