The Monday that there was 14 inches of snow on the ground and it was still falling, there was school, but last Friday...blizzard like conditions prompted school officials to call the whole thing off. By noon, the snow had stopped and the sun was out, by three it was 50 degrees. You can see why I'm hesitant to make grand proclamations about the effect of spring, the arrival of spring, my plans for or feelings about spring, or really any reference at all to the fact that there might be an entirely different season between winter and road construction.
Yesterday was beautiful, no jackets needed, light wind, sunny and blue skies. I raked and watered the lawn and planted some seeds in the bed next to the house. Today I had plans to continue raking and watering, but it's just a tad too chilly for my delicate self. Spring got me again and my only comfort is that I'm not alone.
April is the cruellest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.
---T.S. Eliot
The Waste Land
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Winter likes to hang on, no? I miss being around big winter weather, it's not all that here in OH, not like it was growing up in New England. But our late spring/summer weather is, as a dear friend said, very elemental.
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