The Unsprung Spring

Spring just won’t make up its mind. One day it cracks open the door, the next day, slams it shut.

And I’m fed up! Come on, Spring, get a move on. Some years, snowdrops have finished by now. This year, they have barely started.

 

Poor little snowdrops, coated with ice from this morning's freezing rain.
These poor little snowdrops are coated with ice from this morning’s freezing rain. And yes, that’s a patch of snow in front of them.

 

In a normal spring, by now water would be splashing gaily over the rocks at The Cascade. Instead it is freezing in mid-air.

 

Snow and ice still surround The Cascade, the little waterfall near our house.
Snow and ice still surround The Cascade, the little waterfall near our house.

 

I agree, the ice patterns that the water leaves behind are nice. I’d happily praise them if I saw them in March.

 

Lace made of ice decorates The Cascade.
Lacy icicles decorate The Cascade.

 

But it’s mid April. Often I see my first daffodil on April 15. This year, all I see are tips of green poking their heads out.

 

With sunny skies and rising temperatures predicted for the coming weekend, these daffodils may grow quickly.
With sunny skies and rising temperatures predicted for the coming weekend, these daffodils may grow quickly. Or maybe it will turn cold again and send them shivering for cover.

 

So what’s up, Spring? What’s holding you back? If you’re a prodigal child who spent all your good weather elsewhere, come home, we forgive you.  If it’s something we said or did, we’re sorry. Really, we are.

Just come. We are here, ready to welcome you in with open arms.