Spring will be so easy…
…walking on grass and bare gravel road between the house and the chicken pen (along the image-left of the barn shielded by the bare spicebush); simply striding across the plank-bridge with confidence and not a sense of impending doom–feeling the reliable grip of wood underfoot without the usual winter veneer of morning ice); from the far end of the plank to pull up the lip of pasture’s edge will not require YakTrax and a stout hiking stick and several slippery attempts. (Coming DOWN is even more fun.)
…driving either way from the house in whichever direction is most convenient rather than always the more gentle, sun-exposed (though still treacherous) eastward exit from our valley, towards Shawsville Pike–even if we want to go west towards town.
…wearing pretty much what we wake up in, and not a single scarf–much less two. On our hardwood floors there will be no great evidence of our having been outdoors: no ice puddles, bits of gravel from the cleat of our boots or scattered ashes tracked in from the path, black dust and wood grit that gives traction but taints every step inside when we forget to take off boots at the threshold.)
We will still measure “eggs per mile” but the miles will not be life-threatening, nose-numbing or make us look like heavily swaddled Michelin Persons.
Spring will be so easy. If such a season can be worked into this year’s meteorological calendar, that is.