Forty Seven Degree Heat Wave

I threw my coat into the back seat because it felt like summer. Forty-seven degrees! A heat wave after the below nine’s we had been having. Let’s go swimming! I yelled to my husband who was still curled up in a blanket. Shivering, because he claimed it was still winter. It’s forty-seven! I screamed. I ran back outside to see if the yellow daffodils were up yet. They weren’t. Then I got out my tiller, but alas, the ground was still frosty and hard. Maybe I can mow? I thought. Then I remembered I gave my lawnmower away. I called the gardeners. How soon do you think you can come? I asked them. They thought it was hilarious that I was asking. In a month or two, they said. I am ready for spring now! I thought. So I took out my paints and began to create. I made roses lilies, geraniums, tulips, a giant rainbow, faeries, two dragons. If spring cannot come to me, at least I can come to spring. Right?