This photograph is one of my favorites.
I captured our grandson looking for spring.
His actual words were “Hey Grandma! I see spring!”.
This year, however, my sentiment is “Where is spring?”.
The most recent snow just melted under the torrent of rain today.
I guess one could say that is a sign of spring.
I suffer from SAD (self diagnosed, not official) – Seasonal Affective Disorder:
“activity is diminished during the winter months in response to the reduction in available food, the reduction of sunlight and the difficulties of surviving in cold weather.”
My waistline can attest to the fact that there has been no reduction in available food and our gas bill can attest to the fact that I have no difficulties surviving in cold weather. (Food and gas I am forever grateful!)
It is the endless days of grey, no sun, that are just simply blah.
Which brings me to one of my most favorite quotes:
“Adopt the pace of nature: her secret is patience. ”
~ Ralph Waldo Emerson
I must embrace patience.
if I must.
I know once that sun peeks out from behind the clouds, the grayness and the blah-ness (is that a word?) will disappear because, for me, sunshine is the best medicine.