Friday, April 4, 2014

Where are you, Spring?

by Lorraine Bartlett / Lorna Barrett / L.L. Bartlett

Spring sprang two weeks ago, and while we haven't had a snowstorm in an entire FIVE DAYS, and while Robins are hopping around everywhere, you sure could have fooled me.

I spent an hour or so out in the yard today, getting rid of the stuff that had blown into our garden, and yet ... there's only one patch of (very short--we're talking less than an inch) daffodils to be seen (when there should be at least three of them), and not a snowdrop in sight. (Did they just die out--after 22 years???--or was this winter just brutal enough to send them to an untimely grave?)

Spring will eventually happen. It HAS to. The days are getting longer. There are birds tweeting from (earlier than) dawn to (past) dusk.  But where are the flocks of geese that usually head north long before this?  Where are the crocus?

After this terribly long, awful, icky winter ... I'm longing for spring and then a VERY LONG, HOT summer.  But what if I don't get it?

Well, to paraphrase T'Pau of Vulcan, "The weather is the weather. What can be done about it?"

Very little, I fear.

Has spring sprung where you are?
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