This past winter seemed endless to me. It would not go away. Winter ignored the calendar and kept her icy fingers around us. Spring was welcomed, allergies and all. Please don’t get the idea that I welcome the oppressive heat and humidity that will arrive too soon and stay too long. Humidity and allergies wear out their welcome before arrival like an unwelcome house guest. This particular year I needed spring and the renewal that comes with it.
This past week, I cleaned and put away my treasured coffee maker. That was sad, after all my coffee maker is there for me every morning. We are friends, and very good friends at that. I don’t have to make polite conversation with it, nor am I required to dress up for our morning meetings. It simply does the job of providing morning coffee for us. No conversation required. Now that the days are warmer, hot coffee is not appealing to us. Cold brewed coffee is the warm weather choice at our house. Kevin does not appreciate coffee in any form on warm mornings, preferring iced tea instead. Meaning that the cold brew is all mine!
Cold brew is deliciously smooth and easy to make, be forewarned that it is high octane. The only problem is that it makes me forget my real age, I feel years younger. That would be great except the idea that I can do anything forms in my head. I grab my pen and paper and start the list for today. It is ambitious and daring. Mid morning I am still going strong and ready for anything, crossing items off the list as completed. Lunchtime rolls around and the energy is still there. My mind believes that my body is the age I wish it was and can tackle anything. Reality and mid afternoon occur, slowing me down. My coffee jolt, like this past endless winter is gone.
Spring has happened here. The plants and trees have bloomed, and the allergies did not skip us this year. Spring renewal happened. My life is different this year, someone is missing. Spring brings the bittersweet reminder that change happens, the good and the bad. It reminds me that out of the cold and dead of winter, fresh new life occurs. It reminds me that joy comes in the morning.