By Beck
It is almost springtime here – the snowbanks are beginning to recede, leaving in their wake dog poop and Tim Hortons cups and deep muddy puddles that The Baby has been instructed not to jump in.
Kersplash! she jumps. And brown water splashes all over the legs of a middle-aged woman walking by.
“I am so sorry,” I said, horrified. The woman laughs.
“That’s all right, Becky,” she said. “If I was a bit younger, I’d jump with her.”
Springtime doesn’t last. It’s my favorite of the seasons, and the most ephemeral – lacking autumn’s melancholy promise of coming cold, splashing instead muddily into town, bringing back the summer birds from their winter homes, my elderly neighbours from Florida and Arizona and Portugal, bringing back flowers and mud and yes, dog poop.
My older kids want passionately to run around town in their shirt sleeves, to wear running shoes, to ride their bikes down bare sidewalks and to drive through big splashy puddles with muddy water flying jubilantly into the air.
Splash! jumps The Baby. It is almost springtime here.
Beck blogs at Frog And Toad Are Still Friends.
Oh! I love this. You’re right. Jumping in puddles is just so spring.
“Splash! jumps The Baby. It is almost springtime here.”
That is SO a children’s book line and SO needs illustrated!
spring and fall… *sigh* perfect, perfect seasons. Wish I could just somehow affect the rotation of the earth or something to make it just skip the other two villainish seasons, winter and summer, and live in the land of eternal mild weather….
I think we ALL wish we could have spring and fall year round. It would truly be a perfect world then, no?
Yesterday I went to drop my middle child at a friend’s house. I stood chatting with the friend’s mother whlie her 18 month old ran around. By the time I left that baby was wet up to her knees, had sampled the last remnants of a black-ish snowbank and was wailing because her mother wouldn’t let her drink from a spring puddle.
Yep, it’s here, too.
My first daughter loved splashing in puddles–good memories.
Yesterday I was reading her son, my grandson, the spring story in the Frog and Toad books–toad wants to sleep and frog rips the pages off the calendar. Spring has not quite arrived on Long Island, but maybe that’s because I haven’t removed the dead leaves covering my crocuses.
We were puddle jumping the other day and Monkey kept saying, “I wish you had rubber boots.”
So yesterday, we bought me some.
*laugh*
I would jump in with her too…. *ahem* that’s after saying “sorry” to the lady and after she is out of sight!!!
I absolutely love spring also…there’s just so much promise and possibility. I always feel like anything is possible.
Spring is my favorite season, too. It used to be Fall, but then I turned some sort of mental corner and thought better of it.
Cross that equator, sun! I need you.
I have been washing lots of muddy laundry and I don’t care because that means it’s almost SPRING.
Perfect imagery! Still no puddles here — but soon. Very soon we’ll trade the snow boots for the rain boots. And out will come our ‘puddle pants.’
How come I live 2 hours from the nearest Tim Horton’s yet there are Tim’s cups in every snow bank on my street? HUH? It’s like they migrate on the winds.
Tim Hortons cups, gum and candy wrappers and all sorts of lovely garbage!
Spring is “officially” here tomorrow. Yeah!
Spring makes me far too impatient for summer. One day warm and lovely and the next day (like today) it is snowing. Grrr.
I would be okay skipping spring and going right to summer. 😉
Spring! What a lovely feeling when you can go outside with your jacket undone, and feel the sun’s warmth. Great post!
We’ve got some handmedown rubber boots I am hoping will fit the CLB so that he can be allowed to join this activity too.
I’m sick of brown puddles… But Spring is here!
Happy happy spring!!
Bring on the spring time! Kersplash!
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