So at the beginning of this month, my friend and I had a conversation (of despair) about the quality of this spring. She was of the opinion that there would still be snow on the ground in June. “Nonsense,” I exclaim grimly, “the snow will all be gone by May.”
Tomorrow is May.
Thus far, she is winning.
I am hopeful we’ll both be wrong.
But the cold is so insidious at this time of year. It seems to creep into the bones and lurk all day long. It’s been damp, too, and as soon as the sun peeks out (if it does, one of these days) we go from aching dankness to squishy barely-thawed muddiness.
It is a thing of glory, this spring.
The month of sleep has crept to a close, the beginning seemed so hopeful only to have it cough, backfire, and coast to a shuddering halt. Hopefully both the sleeping and the waking up of the earth can catch fire and take off next month.
Here’s to May Flowers and being well-rested. A girl can dream, right?
Day 181 scorecard: 905 down, 920 to go