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In Response to My First Day of Spring:
On February 2, 1963 I was in Portland, Oregon. It had been raining as usual, which in my opinin it did there, 345 days of the year. My marriage was shredded, impossible repair or to get out of right then, and I had 3 babies, ages 3 and under. I was depressed, to say the least. I sat down and looked out the window of my upstairs apartment, watching traffic (I lived practically down town), and cried. Then I happened to notice a tree outside my window. Wait? What is that? Swelling buds on that tree? Yes!!! Swelling buds! How far away could something other than this dreary, dark misty rain be? Where is the sunshine? Is it next week? Or maybe even tomorrow? I got up with new energy, changed a couple of diapers, cleaned a lot, humming to myself. And then I looked out again. Looked exactly the same, but yes, the buds were still there, still swelling. Now I know I was suffering from SAD, an ailment that apparently had not been identified or named then.
Ever since then, for all these years on February 2, I don't care what the groundhog has to say. I start at Hollowe'en, telling myself that I only have to make it until the 2nd of Februrary, and I'll be fine. I start counting the days sometime around Christmas. And I go out and look for those swelling buds on the promised day. I've never failed to find them, no matter where I've been living. They're in New Jersey! South Carolina! Tennessee! Colorado! Oklahoma! They're out there, and I'm going to find them! And I always do. I've never suffered from SAD since, nor have I ever needed an antidepressant, which had not even been invented in 1963. Not as long as I have the Promise and the Date. To me, the first day of Spring is February 2.
Posted by OneLadyBelle
I just wanted to let you know I really enjoyed your story and welcome to the group. I hope to see more of your memories here.
I think I have a bit of SAD myself and have been very grateful to have lived in the South all of my life where spring generally comes a bit earlier in the year and even the winters are not normally so horrible. I just might use your hint when I begin to feel that it will never be warm again, which I'm actually feeling this morning. It was in the 80's all week and this morning it's back down to 40 degrees and I'm under the blanket again. The leaves on the tree outside my window tells me this is just temporary.