After 10 days of summer, spring has arrived. Saturday started out mostly cloudy, then it snowed, then the sun shone. Even though the thermometer said 57 degrees, i bundled up against the chill breezes.
The recent spate of 70 degree, 80 degree, 90 degree days felt great, of course, but i also felt as if it were too good to be true. A meterological "bubble" that had to burst in order to realign the forces of the natural world around us. I imagined glaciers melting and the polar ice cap receding as the heat wilted the snowdrops in my flower beds.
The refrigerator weather of spring keeps daffodils brightening up our days and slows down the aging and fading process for other spring arrivals.