Spring Equinox has meaning for me as an acknowledgement of the passage of Winter. I love the ritual of it but it doesn’t always coincide with the weather.
Sometimes, especially lately, Spring seems to come out meekly with a whimper and lasts for a whisper of time until Summer appears.
Sometimes, we have a torrential Winter and Spring announces itself boldly with daffodils and poppies and Robins chattering.
And sometimes, it’s like today. It’s my least favorite day of the year, when we “spring forward” with Daylight Savings. We had rain all morning with a downpour including hail around noon. But then the air cleared and the Sun came out and I just knew it was Spring.
The air feels different in the Spring. People stop hibernating (even if it’s just to pull weeds) and visit with the neighbors. Everything feels ready to play again after such a hard winter.