I’m early. I know. But the temps are in the fifties and even my fall jacket is much too warm. Yesterday Culvers put out their patio furniture and today Mom and I sat on it while we sipped hot coffee and savored cold vanilla custard. The sun was bright, the wind was more of a breeze ruffling our hair and everyone who passed us as we sat there smiled as if to say ‘look at that! It’s warm enough to sit outside.’
Next week we may get a blast of snow, or hail, or slushy rain — for right now though, it feels like spring. While poking around on quotegarden.com I found this poem by Lilja Rogers that captures spring very well.
First a howling blizzard woke us,
Then the rain came down to soak us,
And now before the eye can focus —