The day is early spring. Plum trees are pink and the color litters the streets.Daffodil's have bloomed, have been pelted by rain and hail and have been chilled and beaten to the ground.
Tulips are up but no faces will peak out until the chill is gone and the sun is bright on their heads.
Spring, oh spring how lovely a tease you are.
The sun shines and the streets steam and ah it feels so good that warmth.
Then the shadows crawl in and all turns dark and the winds breath is angry and howls. The showers come swiftly in torrents, sailing sideways washing down the streets. Then all is quiet and the sun appears and steam rolls off the streets once more. You can smell it in the air, you can feel it on your skin, you can see in in all that is. Stay, come, let us be warm we yearn, let the sun touch our upturned faces, heat the earth and bring forth life.
Let us rejoice and rake the havoc from our yards and sweep our porches and prune our plants and wash winters grim from our windows. We want to set out patio furniture bright and festive and load our decks with potted flowers and herbs. We pine to sit on our porches with our nose in a good book and listen to the chirps of birds.
How can I wait another day?
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