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This article was published 22/3/2012 (1765 days ago), so information in it may no longer be current.
It is a cold Sunday morning in early March — a day without sun. You wake up and shiver, tired of the seemingly never ending winter season.
You drag yourself out of bed with a sigh, and begin the day. According to the temperature graphs on the Weather Channel, today is the last cold day of the week. As you step outside, there is an almost imperceptible change in the air. The sun feels just a little warmer. Icicles form and slowly begin to drip. The birds sing more joyously, and the first crow of the season lands on the boulevard elm tree. You spy a patch of grass and a tentative tulip leaf peeping out of the snow. It begins very, very slowly. It is spring, and that is a miracle.
Spring rejuvenates. Neighbours appear after months of hibernation. The elderly venture outside after a long winter of confinement indoors. Kids ride their bikes through the slush. Toddlers jump into mud puddles wearing their new rubber boots. Lovers hold hands as they walk together down the street. Everyone seems to be smiling. Newfound freedom is in the air.
Spring gives life to what looked dead. It is a dirty time of year, but it is also magical. Bare trees form buds, grass begins to turn from brown to green, and plants push through the still cold earth. Winter-weary Winnipeggers begin to peel off their layers of clothing. New life abounds and with it — hope. Can the first robin be far behind?
Spring brings about a timeless cycle of renewal. It is time to put away the snow shovel and the Sorel boots. It is time to wash winter jackets, and to sweep the sand out of the garage. It is time to bring down the bikes and the roller blades. It is time to plan the garden and plant seeds indoors. It is time to set the clocks ahead an hour. It is time for change.
So, on this blustery day in March, you need to remember that this is a new season and you are alive. You have survived another Winnipeg winter. Do you need any other reason to celebrate? Wake up! Spring has sprung. It’s a whole new reason to smile. It is spring, and that is a miracle.
Joanne O’Leary is a Winnipeg-based writer.
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