92 Days of Spring

March 20, 2025

Happy first day of spring. 

Yay. 

I love spring. 

Why, I do not know, because Spring around here is cloudy, rainy, cold, and windy. With the occasional snow shower. 

But there are more birds. And there’s more light. 

The red-wing blackbirds are back now, oak-a-leeing in the trees. The robins are back, too, but they don’t say much.  They just bob bob bob along.

“Harbingers of spring.”

Harbinger is a funny word.

from the Anglo-French herberge, meaning “lodgings,” harbinger was used as long ago as the 12th century to mean “one who provides lodgings.” Later on, harbinger was also used for a person sent ahead of a main party to seek lodgings.

our modern sense of harbinger came to be used for someone or something which foretells a future event

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The male blackbirds come in first to establish territory. That’s so that when the females arrive, they’ve already purchased land and closed on the house. It’s important that the male blackbirds lock in the best real estate because the females are all about location, location, location, and they will judge. 

When the females arrive— which will happen any day now— all hell will break loose. There will be free tequila shots in the park, and unhinged karoke in the trees all day.  And It won’t stop until everybody gets hooked up. 

Even though it won’t feel like spring around here until May. That’s okay with me as long as we’re going in the right direction, as long as we’re headed into UNlocking mode, and not the other way around.

(I have cute spring rain boots, too, so I’m ok with mudluscious and puddle-wonderful.) 

The first day of spring feels like when you get in the car on the rollercoaster, and the safety bar lowers.  

The upward click, click, click won’t start until tomorrow. Today, the actual Vernal Equinox, is the day we surrender our ticket and wait for the kid in the Pink Floyd t-shirt to give the signal.  It will take this car 92 clicks to get to the top, then we’ll pause again, and take that screaming plunge into summer.

I’m in no  hurry to get to the top.

I like the gradual climb.

 I want to savor every damn click. 

I want to look at the view as I gain height.

I want to feel my heart pound as gravity pins me in place.  

I want to watch my mind wonder if this was such a great idea. 

I want to remember Mike Renner telling me: “It’s just physics, Kath.”

Physics. Check.

I don’t want it to be summer too soon. I want to savor the up-clicks of spring: click, click, click….

I want to pay attention to this season. To not get distracted by this totally fucked up world and instead just  do something each day. Something fun, something creative, SOMETHING. 

92 SOMETHINGS. One every day of spring. Maybe one of the same thing. Maybe one new thing each day. But something that I  intentionally  choose to be “The Something Of The Day.”

What should I do?

Please. Suggest something. I’m really at a loss.

I thought maybe a picture every day?  Then I could look back and see spring through my own eyes at the end of  92 days. 

I took a picture of Bella at the river today.

I walk everyday with the dogs, but maybe I could take a solo walk and record bird song on my Merlin Bird app.

Maybe I could stand on my head for a minute everyday.

Maybe I could write a haiku, or a sonnet every day.

I’d like to have something to show for it at the end.  Meditating every day would be good, but there’s no way to show it.

So really. If you have an idea, or you would like to do 92 Somethings this spring, let me know. Comment what you’re doing so we might all be inspired.

And hey. Whatever you do, or don’t do, happy spring. I mean it. It’s gonna be good, it’s gonna be all right. Oak-a-LEEEEE!!!!

Peace.

 Kath