Sunday, March 9, 2014

sproing

I woke up feeling a little dizzy this morning. That always happens when I spring forward in the night.

My grandmother's old mantle clock stopped ticking awhile ago, but phones, computers, and cable TV boxes magically spring forward on their own. It keeps me from forgetting that I am suddenly an hour older.

That's okay, because I will get that hour back next fall.

In the meantime, spring will officially arrive in 11 days, and that has me thinking all kinds of springy, sproingy things.

It will stay lighter later. Flowers will start to bloom. Spring cleaning and the airing out of the house will commence. Hats, boots, gloves, and big old coats will get put back in the closet. Cropped pants and sandals will appear.