The weather teetered between lovely and tumultuous as if someone, unknowingly, kept leaning against the light switch.  In a moment, a lovely Spring day became a stormy Winter day, and back and forth it went.  Nature’s apparent confusion would not sully the efforts of a landscape ready to burst…

  The weather teetered between lovely and tumultuous as if someone, unknowingly, kept leaning against the light switch.  In a moment, a lovely Spring day became a stormy Winter day, and back and forth it went.  Nature’s apparent confusion would not sully the efforts of a landscape ready to burst…

  The weather teetered between lovely and tumultuous as if someone, unknowingly, kept leaning against the light switch.  In a moment, a lovely Spring day became a stormy Winter day, and back and forth it went.  Nature’s apparent confusion would not sully the efforts of a landscape ready to burst…

The weather teetered between lovely and tumultuous as if someone, unknowingly, kept leaning against the light switch. In a moment, a lovely Spring day became a stormy Winter day, and back and forth it went. Nature’s apparent confusion would not sully the efforts of a landscape ready to burst with…

The weather teetered between lovely and tumultuous as if someone, unknowingly, kept leaning against the light switch. In a moment, a lovely Spring day became a stormy Winter day, and back and forth it went. Nature’s apparent confusion would not sully the efforts of a landscape ready to burst with…

  The weather teetered between lovely and tumultuous as if someone, unknowingly, kept leaning against the light switch.  In a moment, a lovely Spring day became a stormy Winter day, and back and forth it went.  Nature’s apparent confusion would not sully the efforts of a landscape ready to burst…

  The trees bore the unseasonable snow like delicate lacework while Spring flowering bulbs shirked the frosty assault.  Nature’s apparent cruelty and confusion would not sully the efforts of a landscape ready to burst with life and renewal.  Instead, Spring stood stoic and unflappable.  A minor set back, amongst seemingly many, but Spring…

  The Daffodils seemed to stall in the regrettably frosty air.  Burgeoning buds appeared deflated, and the stunning lack of green and warmth grew increasingly depressing.  The promise of Spring felt distant as April earned a well-deserved time out.   Every Spring is different.  Every year I complain.  Will Spring ever really…

  The Daffodils bobbed and swayed in the wind as their tilted heads seemed to seek refuge in the foliage, protecting their delicate splendor.  Daffodils tend to remind me of wallflowers at a dance – constantly gazing down at their feet, afraid to make direct eye contact, demure and bashful.  …

Happy April!  Yes, it’s April, and it’s been chilly, unseasonably chilly, but Spring will persist and pervade, and all will be well…eventually. Last week, the kids were on Spring Break.  We intended on spending the week close to home, perhaps do a little camping if the weather cooperated, run some…