It's been more like mid-March: cold, and snow predicted three times this past week. Neighboring towns got it when we didn't - until today. And it never reached forty today. But I was also looking at my blogposts from five years ago, and we had some snow in April then, too! It's helpful to have a way to remember these things.
Of course, it's gone now. The pansies I bought at the supermarket are cheerfully keeping company near the daffodils, but even though they're hardy, when it's threatening snow or twenty-eight degree temperatures, I take them in for the night, high up and out of Daisy's reach.
But everything is wonderfully green.
Love's as fresh as spring,
Love is spring:
Bird-song in the air,
Cool smells in a wood,
Whispering, 'Dare! Dare!'
To sap, to blood,
Telling, 'ease, safety, rest,
are good, not best.'
- C.S. Lewis, from The Word in the Wilderness
I know what we're going to eat for dinner all week - Holy Week is upon us, and to have a plan is a relief.
