I can’t wait until spring arrives. I love the serene beauty of the whiteness of winter, but as the season wears on, the joy of the winter wonderland lessens as the grossness of brown everywhere increases. I’m thankful that the sand makes the streets safer (very thankful! It’s treacherous enough out there with all the crazy drivers: I hate to imagine it without sand), but boy does it make the city look disgusting. The only reprieve is the morning after a snowfall when the sanding crews haven’t been out yet. And the next door dog’s yellow snow shrine is under a thin sheet of grace. Then the filthy cars get out on the streets and the sand gets thrown (and the dog goes out) and we find ourselves back in a big mess. Not to mention that the snow is getting to be so plentiful that it is a major job to maneuver through the side streets.
Come soon spring! Come melt the snowbank in our front yard that I’m positive is taller than me at this point. Come wash away all the sand. Come make this dreary brown and white city beautiful again with your blossoming flowers and budding grass and trees. Come soon!