Well, Maybe Not

Snow

Okay, I lied.

It wasn’t intentional. I told you all that spring had finally arrived in the country.

Then it snowed. Again. And again.

Truthfully, it felt like spring had arrived for several days. I took walks with no jacket. We hung laundry on the line. I listened to the birds singing.

Then a cold front came through. The wind picked up. The temperature dropped and winter returned.

Then it snowed – again.

Family living further north had even more snow – up to 2 feet!

We laid aside the spring jackets and short sleeves as we pulled out the parkas and the ski gloves, again.

It reminds me of this Robert Frost poem…

The sun was warm but the wind was chill.
You know how it is with an April day
When the sun is out and the wind is still,
You’re one month on in the middle of May.
But if you so much as dare to speak,
A cloud comes over the sunlit arch,
A wind comes off a frozen peak,
And you’re two months back in the middle of March.

Robert Frost (1874–1963)
Two Tramps in Mud Time (1936)

(Photo by wahp1)