I grew up in Oklahoma then lived in Kansas City, MO for eight years before moving to Chicago. After almost 11 years in the Second City there is still one thing I have not gotten used to: how freaking long it takes spring to get here. In Oklahoma it’s already hitting 80 occasionally and is solidly in 70s. In Kansas City it’s getting up in the 70s and is solidly in the 60s. What is it in Chicago you ask? Well we’ve broken into the 40s today after a cold, rainy, windy week spend mostly in the 30s. In April.
G is for All the Green Things because I will take anything green now: green grass, green buds on the trees, green tulips leaves unfurling from the earth–anything to say: “Hey, spring is coming! It will be warmer! One day you will be able to go outside without a coat (and a hat, and gloves, and a scarf)!”
By the time April rolls around this girl who grew up warmer climates to the south has had it with “cooler by the lake” and STILL needing wool socks. Don’t even get me started when I have to wear a sweater for Easter and not a sundress! And you should’ve heard me a few years ago when I looked out my window, and it was snowing in May. Snowing. In. May. (Yes, this good little Episcopalian would’ve made a sailor blush that day.)
So c’mon green! Green grass! Green trees! Green stems and leaves bursting from the ground! Send Mother Nature a memo that it is SPRING, and she needs to get her butt to Chicago. Because this Okie is tired of still wearing a coat! And she really wants to wear her pretty sundress to Easter services in eight days: please, pretty please Mother Nature: bring the SPRING!