Besides February and March sucking for the obvious reasons I mentioned yesterday, I also know the joy (or anti-joy) that is Seasonal Affective Disorder, and by the time February rolls around I am usually deep in hibernation-not-hibernation mode. My spirits are low, my energy is non-existent, and I have a hard time believing in spring. This spring especially seemed slow to show itself – before this past weekend I don’t think any of the trees were even budding! Then, all of a sudden – BAM! Just like always, spring had sprung. I really should have more faith in Mother Nature.
I am fortunate enough to live only two blocks from the Botanical Gardens, and this year, I am a member, thanks to Adam (membership also includes the Butterfly House and Shaw Reserve, two other places that help dispel the spring-hasn’t-sprung-yet blues.) And if the daffodils on my street weren’t enough to convince me that spring has arrived, the magnolias trees at the Botanical Gardens definitely were (though I was surprised to see them blooming before the redbud tree outside my house.)
I really needed that walk through the Gardens yesterday. Just when I am feeling lowest, when I think the world will be forever gray, I am reminded that spring is just around the corner, if I can just hold on long enough.