Our bizarre climate has been such a tease lately — warm weather, some more downright balmy weather, then followed by cold weather and snow. Repeat. Mix in some rain. Repeat. Mix in some more rain. Repeat.
Yesterday as I was driving around in a short-sleeved shirt with the convertible top down, it was mind-boggling to think that snow fell one week ago. There was lots of it, too, making it (truly!) treacherous to drive last Wednesday and canceling school. C’mon, Mother Nature, what gives? This bait-and-switch routine can’t go on forever, or can it?
Spring seems to jump up like an adorable little baby jack-in-the-box, calling out, “HELLO! I’M HERE. AREN’T I CUTE?”
Then before you get a chance to respond, it morphs into an ugly jack-in-the-box monster, growling like Cujo. Oy vey. Never mind.
Alas, spring will spring when it’s ready. If there’s one thing we’ve learned this winter, you can’t force Mother Nature to do anything she doesn’t want to do.
Like the Brits during World War II, we must keep a stiff upper lip — keep calm and carry on. In the meantime, get your mothballs ready because those wool sweaters are going away soon!
LibbY