The first day of Spring was last week and while it's still relatively cold here, you can feel the essence of Spring beaming on you from the sun during the peak of most days. Everyone I know is fired up over warmer days, enthusiastic about the longer lasting daylight and the prospect of our landscape coming alive again.
Everyone but me.
Don't get me wrong, Spring is pretty and it's more tolerable than Summer at least (which I loathe like the plague). But I'm a Fall/Winter girl. It's like I have the opposite of seasonal depression. I'm my happiest, most productive self when it's cold outside. So when the weather starts to show signs of change into Spring/Summer, mentally I start to drift into dark places. And I hate it.
It's especially bad here in MD because our colder months are shorter than our warmer months and those warmer months go from freezing cold to blazing heat almost overnight. There's not really a gradual shift from Winter to Summer where Spring should exist. It's disappointing.
Anyway, needless to say, my mood hasn't been all that stellar lately. My sleep schedule is still out of whack thanks to Daylights Savings and the warmer days have left me mourning over Winter's passing. So imagine my surprise and delight when I woke up to this today: