More than 6 weeks ago, my friend and I drove south, looking for spring, and started noticing flowering trees and bushes right around the border between Tennessee and Georgia. We were sure that meant spring was just around the corner, and we considered washing our winter coats while we were in Florida, since we wouldn't need them again until November or so.
We came home at the end of March, happy to have those coats after all – so cold and wet! For most of April, we asked each other, "Why isn't spring here yet?"
Apparently, it did feel like spring to the plants – local trees and bushes flowered, lawns greened, and tulips bloomed. Still, some of them were uncertain; the locust in the front yard only had the tiniest of leaf buds.
It was chilly, overcast and wet so many days, it seemed more like autumn than spring. And since I get crabby in the fall (anticipating that cold icy winter), I've been rather crabby since returning home.
Suddenly, May arrived. And within that first week, the weather went from chilly-and-cold, 'when-do-we-get-to-turn-off-the-furnace?' to 'open-all-the-windows,-where-are-my-shorts-and-it's-too-early-for-air-conditioning!' Jeepers, did I sleep through spring?
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