This weekend we had a completely unexpected string of days in the 60s and 70 degrees. For Chicago in February, this is unheard of and records have been being broken right and left. The unusual weather was a gift to us. I looked at these days as a gift given to me, an unexpected vacation from the expected.
With a long weekend, it was a gift to get outside and enjoy it a bit. We also enjoyed running errands quickly without the added weight of parkas, boots, hats and gloves. I was scrambling to find weather appropriate clothing. A t-shirt and a lightweight sweatshirt was all that was required which resulted in a gift of feeling weightless.
Gatsby enjoyed his gift by lying in front of the opened storm door to enjoy the rays. Of course he lays there so long he eventually gets so hot that he is panting, but I guess he likes that feeling?
An organization had a polar plunge this past Saturday in a local lake. I am sure the participants were planning on raising money through the adversity of freezing themselves in the winter snow and breaking through ice to access the water of the lake. They had the gift of enjoying a dip in albeit cool water but with the warmth of the sunshine on their back.
The kids in the neighborhood enjoyed the gift by dusting off bicycles and shaking the rust off of the swing sets.
I have mentioned before that I hate winter and I tend to suffer a bit from seasonal affective disorder during the long dark days of winter. This unexpected spring landing right in the middle of the worst month of the year was truly a gift. Being a true Chicagoan, I know not to trust that it will last (or if it does last the world must be coming to an end), because I am sure winter is not done with us yet. I will, however, soak up every minute of it while it is here, knowing that even when it fades, it will be back soon enough. –June
If we had no winter, the spring would not be so pleasant: if we did not sometimes taste of adversity, prosperity would not be so welcome. – Anne Bradstreet