I had this realization while I was running that people who live in a place with hard winters have a much greater appreciation for spring. It really is an awakening. People start to come out of their homes. We get reintroduced to our neighbors that we haven't seen all winter. The brave souls among us - I saw two today - even take out their bikes. (Miss Artemis Blue will not be taking her maiden voyage until the roads are cleaner.) The trees are still bare, but we are starting to see the tips of the crocuses peep through the mud and leftover snow.
Before we know it everything will be green again, and we will forget about the snow and the cold and the no flip-flops since October. We will run and bike and swim outside. Some people will complain about how hot it is, and I will roll my eyes. My husband will want to turn on the air conditioner, and my boys will want to play in the blow up pool every single day. The bikes will get moved to the garage and the cars will get moved to the driveway. We will wash the screens and open the windows and forget that the gas fireplace takes 5 minutes to turn on or even that we ever needed the gas fireplace.
Maybe it's because I am from the south, but I never forget the winter and I try to soak up every hot day. The sultry days are my favorite because summer is supposed to be hot and sweaty. And spring...spring is just beautiful, and I will appreciate every day.