I was excited by the arrival of spring weather and sentiments even before the formal onset of the season. Indeed, in the first week or March, it seemed that spring was,
de facto, if not
de jure, here.
The first harbinger was the arrival of the eagerly awaited garden catalogue from
Andrew's Greenhouse, which arrived at the start of March.
It was followed, in short order, by the appearance of daffodils and crocuses.
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| 7 March |
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| 17 March |
I hoped too soon, of course, for April again proved to be the cruelest month (or at least, to play the cruelest meteorological jokes on us.
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| 1 April |
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| 1 April |
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| 1 April |
Of course, this will no doubt increase our seasonal and chronic misery by feeding the fantasies of climate-change-denying loons, who are unable to distinguish between weather and climate. On the bright side: they are wrong. And: people on all sides of the climate debate could welcome the return of warm and pleasant weather.
What a difference a day makes. By Saturday, the snow had disappeared, the sun was shining, and the temperature rose above 50 degrees F, the perfect circumstances under which to launch the "Poems Around Town" program of the Emily Dickinson Big Read 2011.
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