cold, cold spring

Why is it that if you think about something---sometimes you fate it to happen? Just last week, I had the thought that I had not had a cold all winter long. I was actually feeling quite smug about it! Then-last friday, it started-the sore throat! I plied myself with many a cup of hot apple cinnamon tea to ward off its spell. All weekend long, I nursed that dog gone sore throat. I thought I really had it licked. Yesterday I went to work and still supplemented my diet with nice hot cups of herbal tea. It persevered. Last night, I stayed snuggled up under a blanket as hubby and I watched a movie--still sipping those hot cups of goodness. I took my share of aspirin, slathered on Vick's vaporub and dragged my hiney into bed. I awoke this morning even worse---the sore throat is so painful I can barely swallow. Also my ears are full and hurting and my old nose is running and running. I resigned myself to a day without combing my hair, laying around in my old ratty pajamas---reaching for more aspirin, smearing Vicks all over, and drinking hot Peach Passion tea. Oh--the steam is a comfort, but I can not smell its lovely fragrance. I hope this cold gets out of my system soon.
Outside, it is overcast and raining. Spring is not here yet. It arrived in March with 80 degree weather and lovely little tulips and hyacinths. Everything was turning green and leafing out. I was getting excited about all the plants at the market I was going to buy...but then old Man Winter rolled back over and gave us another blast--and the flowers froze, the petals fell. They even said we might get snow this weekend--one model said perhaps 8 inches--ugh! So, the weather fits my mood--or should I say that my mood fits the weather.
I just looked out the kitchen window near my patio as I was waiting for the kettle to boil. A sweet little mourning dove is resting in the brown grass---raindrops hitting her on the top of her head--and she winked at me. Then she waddled over beneath my feeder to get a little bite. The promise of spring will be fulfilled and she is waiting--just as I. Patience is a virtue and I am not alone in my wait for better days ahead. I find comfort in that. God bless that sweet little bird. She soon will be singing...and I will be awaiting her call.