The air is still winter air, no smell of spring. Dirt and grass are still partially covered with dirty and icy snow. No violets or crocus poking their head out. No daffodils brightening the boring landscape. The kids played soccer on the blacktop at recess, but when I walked out of the building at the end of the day, the air was still biting, the snow around the walkways still icy.
We are not ready yet. Maybe the soil is no longer frozen and maybe the streams, ponds, and the river are no longer frozen solid, but the ice on the surface is still there. Jack still slips when running on the side driveway. He does not seem to mind. But everyone else does – when will spring come?