Well, that explains a lot

My crummy mood lately is probably due in part to the weather. According to the Vancouver Sun, we are going through the coldest spring since 1972 (a record-setter I don't remember because I was very wisely living in a warm and sunny place then).

My heart is longing for capris, t-shirts, and sandals, but I'm still swaddled in jeans, sweaters, and socks.

My heart is longing to open the windows and let in the sound of birds singing, but I'm still listening to the hum of the furnace.

My heart is longing to have enough natural light to take pictures inside (imagine!), but my camera is still asking for the flash outside on most days.

My heart is longing to take unencumbered walks in the sun, but I'm still juggling my camera, an umbrella, and tissues for my cold-induced runny nose, and my shutter-button finger is, more often than not, numb.

Things are improving. The boots, big coats, and snow clothes have been put away. My kids and I have pretty much recovered from Ugly Winter-Hand Syndrome. Flowers are blooming. It was light out after 8:00 last night. The gardening season officially opens this weekend, which means that, theoretically anyway, we're past the threat of frost.

And we're supposed to have at least two warm days in a row, starting on Thursday. Two whole days in a row! Not one, but two. Maybe even three, according to the extended forecast. Not tease-you-in-the-morning-with-a-bit-of-sun-but-then-cloud-over-and-start-raining-by-noon days. Whole days! I can't wait. I'm trying to figure out how I can spend every minute of those days outside.

On Wednesday night you'll find me at the back of my closet, digging out the flip-flops and t-shirts that haven't seen the light of day since last summer. That weather forecast better be right.