Anyone seen spring?

FI-EditorialIt’s hard not to be frustrated by now. Every day just seems more and more of a burden as the same question is asked over and over again.

Where is spring?

The calendar says it’s spring. So where is it? The rodent in chief of weather forecasting, Mr. Punxsutawney Phil himself, mangled the forecast of six more weeks of winter this past Groundhog Day so badly that an Ohio prosecutor filed criminal charges against him. While the prosecutor has dropped the charges, no doubt cowering in fear of the groundhog’s high-powered attorneys, the question remains. Where the heck is spring?

This week in Greenwich we had more snow fall, and even if it was just a few flakes, it served as a reminder that the days of flowers blooming and light jackets and sunshine seem so very far away. Temperatures were set to get up to the low 50s by the end of this week, allowing March to have a lamb-like exit that will lead the way to April, but the fact is the weather has teased us before. Would it surprise anyone if one more blizzard was lurking around the corner ready to strike? Would anyone be shocked if on Monday when it’s opening day in baseball and the Yankees face off with the Red Sox at the Stadium there was suddenly a winter storm warning?

Sure, the forecast doesn’t give any danger signs, but if it did happen, people likely wouldn’t be shocked, given the “what now?” malaise this long, gray season has left us in.

It’s as though every time it seems safe to put the snow shovels away, another blast of winter weather hits. And while a thorough comparison of the temperatures and weather patterns of these past few months to prior years might not actually show that this winter has been colder, snowier, grayer, longer, and more miserable, it sure has felt like it. So by now it’s clear that spring is needed in the very worst way.

And that doesn’t just mean warmer weather (though that would be nice). What’s needed is the sense of renewal and fresh beginnings that spring represents. It’s not a stretch to believe that since the fun and pageantry of Christmas passed, Greenwich has been feeling a bit of malaise. Maybe it’s the tiring battle over town leases that has focused on the admittedly not thrilling legal language of financial arrangements. Or maybe it’s the looming battle over the music instructional space and auditorium project that feels like a tired sequel rehashing the same ground that was settled long ago.

Whatever the reason, Greenwich needs a spring vacation and a chance for a fresh start in a new season. As much fun as a good St. Patrick’s Day parade or an Easter egg hunt or a pancake fry can be, there’s a need for some serious renewal around here. The sun needs to come out. The temperatures need to go up. The flowers need to bloom. And, oh, if this could happen yesterday, that would be appreciated, thank you very much.

Perhaps that’s why Greenwich was so taken by the birth of a baby Rothschild giraffe this week at the Lionshare Educational Organization (LEO) Zoological Conservation Center in town. Not only is it never a bad thing to be able to coo over cute animal pictures and videos (heck, the Internet thrives on it), but this represents in its own way new hope and a fresh start to the year.

Setting aside the indisputable fact that anyone who doesn’t love giraffes is a heartless monster, this is the kind of story that can nicely herald in a time of spring. It’s time for new things and happier days and more fun as snow and freezing rain and two-hour delays and slick conditions and all-day cloud cover take off and don’t come back until December, at the earliest, please.

Because the time for spring is far past due and it’s needed now more than ever. Who isn’t ready to stop complaining about the cold and start complaining about allergy season?

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