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.
In a normal spring, by now water would be splashing gaily over the rocks at The Cascade. Instead it is freezing in mid-air.
I agree, the ice patterns that the water leaves behind are nice. I’d happily praise them if I saw them in March.
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.
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.