Our friends in the tropics might not feel the same joy this day brings. But other friends who will not have this day for weeks more to come, will feel it even more keenly than I!
Today I am putting the boots away. The heaviest, warmest snow-shoveling boots. The more flexible walking boots. The somewhat stylish but now scratched and dulled boots. Mine, my husband’s, my son’s.
This assortment has added up to a lot of old grimy boots on the hearth, just inside the front door. There are mud-colored water spots on the hearth tiles and small piles of grit fallen off of them as they have re-entered the house over and over this winter.
Today the sun is bright, the crocuses and snowdrops have pushed up and through, and snow and ice have soaked down, down, down. A sharp wind has helped wick the watery mess away.
Today I am putting the boots away- not fully away, but relegating them to less accessible closets and attic.
And I’m smiling as I bring out the sneakers.