“Spring Fever.” Here in my neighborhood, we’ve got it bad.
Global warming aside, last weekend’s weather gave everyone I know an extra “spring” in their step (ba dum bum) as we got a taste of what’s to come. As New Englanders, we’re all raised not to trust the Indian Summer or the early snowfall, as the weather can change on a dime. We know that it can be sunny and warm on a Tuesday and snowing the following night. We never put those winter boots too far back in the closet and keep flip-flops on hand at all times.
But still, when spring comes to greater Boston, no one can resist giving in to it.
Earlier in the month, the temperature had climbed towards 70 degrees and I was a little thrown by the fact that it was early April. And although the official First Day of Spring was behind us, I resisted stripping the bed of the soft flannel sheets because with my EXTENSIVE meteorological skills, I came up with (what I thought was) a great explanation:
“The calendar is a bit of a man-made invention,” I explained to Andy. “Mother Nature adheres more to the phases of the moon than whether it’s April 1st or 30th.”
He really didn’t care (nor did he buy my ridiculous logic), as he would be spending much of the month outside coaching baseball and was happy to not be fighting off hypothermia like he usually does during pre-season.
One of the great phenomenons of spring in New England is that neighbors behave like animals that have been hibernating all winter. Can’t you just picture the National Geographic Special on spring in the Boston area:
“Like the North American Woodchuck, the pale New Englander carefully peers out her front door as the sun peeks into the dark home. As the sun warms her pasty skin, she decides that the environment outside of her cave is warm enough to survive in and her young come scurrying through the opening beside her. They have shed their winter coats and having fully molted, are ready to adapt to the warmer climate.”
As all of my neighbors gathered in the street, we remarked on how big the kids had gotten and how long it had been since we’d seen each other. Balls and bikes came out of garages. Lawn chairs were pulled out of storage. Wine was uncorked as we celebrated the long cold months apart and ushered in the spring. The kids discussed lemonade stands and played with Nerf Guns until it got dark. Spring Fever had taken over!
Of course, we fear that the cold will return for one last hurrah and we’ll be forced to close the windows and turn the heat back on. But that taste of spring reminds us all that it’s just around the corner, and here in our neighborhood, we are ready to welcome it back.
But this time, I’ll keep the flannel sheets in the front of the closet. Just in case.