Winter is wearing thin.
It's been mostly gray here and in some places the snowbanks are 10-15 feet high. We've seen a pattern of snow, cold, thaw, snow, rain, sleet, snow, cold, thaw all winter long. There's been more snow than anything else. We keep reminding ourselves that this winter has been good for seasonal outdoor activities and businesses that support them, but that is - pardon the pun - cold comfort.
I've been buying potted tulips for my office and wearing more pink. I have indulged in a bit or retail therapy. But color and shopping can only do so much to brighten a long and dreary season.
I want to smell and feel spring. I want that lightness that comes when we shed our heavy winter clothing. I want to hear birds again.
Last winter was eased by the anticipation of Paris in May. This year, we'll have to wait until fall - that will be a treat, to be sure, but it is still a long way off.
Fortunately, I can easily recall the feeling of a spring morning in Paris and I have hundreds of photographs that remind me of the light greens, the cool breezes, the smell of flowers and greenery and baguettes and chocolate.
I took the photo above while waiting for the No. 42 bus to Opera Garnier. I thought this cafe looked inviting.
What do you do to chase away the seasonal blues?