The weather flirts with the idea of spring, tempts us with 80 degree warmth and blooms springing from every bush, branch and barrel. Then, in a coy attempt announce its supremacy, the winds bring in cold rain, storms, possible snow in May. Early morning, pre-dawn, my mind began a melancholy echo to the weather.
By the time the sun should have risen, we had been deluged again with wild, windy storms through the night.
Shall the day actually bring snow? It won't be here for long, but even so... weather again demonstrates her majesty, omnipotence, and splendor. Little plants, you must wait in your boxes for just a while longer.