We all reveled in the beauty that was spring at its finest early last week. Daffodils, hyacinths, forsythia, and crocus practically sprung from the ground and scented its surroundings with a fragrance that is unique to this time of year. There was some heat in the sun, and we all reacted accordingly like cats in a sunbeam--we stretched, we smiled, we purred with happiness.
Then came last weekend and reality of how spring can be so hesitant in its ownership of this time of the year. The wind blew, the temperature dropped, the snow fell and covered all the wondrous signs of spring. The green grass became once again a lawn of white; the flowers became white misshapen piles of snow. Our moods went from lightness and warmth and airiness to darkness and chills and the urge to hibernate came once again.
Ah, the hesitancy of spring; it peeks through and gives us hope, only to shy away once again at the first inkling of the forces of winter wanting one more day in the spotlight. Just when we think that spring has regained a foothold over its old nemesis, it disappears and the cold wind, the cold rain, and the dampened spirits return.
Keep the faith, dear friends--every day that takes us one day further into the season of spring brings the promise that the warmth will stay, the trees will leaf out, and our spirits will soar once again.
