I stepped outside this morning. The snow was gone. When did that happen? It was even almost kind of warm. When did that happen? The sky was even kind of blue. At Last, I thought.
That made me think of the Etta James song. And my brain substituted a few lyrics. Sing it in your head to Ms. James.
The spring has come along
My freezing days are over
And life is like a song
Oh yeah, yeah, at last
The skies above are blue
The garden's growing clover (or weeds, at any rate)
This morning when I saw you
Okay, now forget that terrible version and go back to the classic.
But LOOK. Daffodils!
The woods aren't looking spring like,
but I changed my clocks last night to spring forward and I am deciding it IS spring and it WILL be warm.
And when sweltering summer humidity comes I will wonder why I was in such an all fired hurry for spring to come