It’s my winter and I’ll cry if I want to. 
I just like complaining a little bit. Give it a month and I’ll be bemoaning the 98 degree 102% relative humidity no rain no breeze summertime sauna that’ll last us until October.
I saw a robin the other day. But snow is in the forecast all week.
Any crocuses or snow drops are still buried under six inches of snow.
It’s usually mid to late April before Spring really rolls up its sleeves and gets to work around here.
Yesterday topped around 70 and sunny. I drove with my windows down and it was NICE.
Today the mid-day temperature is supposed to be 21. It is currently snowing outside my window, and the winds are around 20mph.
Spring’s an infuriating little flirt. 
On Sunday I saw some swallows, real early for this time of the year in NE Pennsylvania. What they are going to eat for the next month I havent a clue. (They were not carrying any coconuts either).
Its snowing (lightly) today.
The wind is blowing with gusts up to 40 MPH. Damn pine pollen is everywhere. Early each morning I see flocks of geese headed north. The Bradford pear trees are budding and about to bloom.
Soon, we’ll smell the delicate scent of manure being spread. Soon, we’ll hear the soothing sounds of lawn mowers and weedwhackers. Soon, we’ll hear the lilting cussin’ from the neighbors because the wheedwhacker effed up again.
AHHH Spring!
It’s fucking cold here in Toronto. Cite: overheard comments from students walking to class this morning, to the effect of “Fuck, it’s cold!”, and CBC Weather, according to whom it’s currently -21ºC. Let me repeat that: -21ºC.
But, y’know what? The horde of black squirrels is back in Queen’s Park, after having been surprisingly inconspicuous/dead/on vacation for the winter. So I guess it really is spring. 
Bambi, you know that the first sign of spring here is silver haired people packing up the large American cars with their belongings and flocking north, to their native lands of Quebec, Ontario, Michigan, Illinois, Ohio, New York, etc. It’s one of nature’s most beautiful sights.
New shoots are coming up everywhere in the liriope that was scalped two weeks back. Caladiums are on the rise and the Snaps are in full bloom, as is the Bouganvillia. Live oaks have dropped and the brown fuzzies have set. Redbuds are in full bloom and the St. Augustine needs mowing . . . again.
And then there’s the magnificent thunderstorms.
It’s not spring here. It’s still cold and crappy out. And there’s no sign of the cold- and crappiness abating any time soon. Maybe it’ll get better by the end of the month. But, then again, maybe not. After all, this is central Ohio. So no guarantees.
And forget all that stuff about crocuses, budding trees, and chirping birdies being harbingers of spring. Spring doesn’t start until the local crazy preachers start spreading the Word to all and sundry in the great campus area outdoors and the Hare Krishnas start in with the drum parades.
Yesterday went up to 68F. Today, snowstorm and 32. I thought I moved away from Alberta.
It’s not spring here. It’s still cold and crappy out. And there’s no sign of the cold- and crappiness abating any time soon. Maybe it’ll get better by the end of the month. But, then again, maybe not. After all, this is central Ohio. So no guarantees.
And forget all that stuff about crocuses, budding trees, and chirping birdies being harbingers of spring. Spring doesn’t start until the local crazy preachers start spreading the Word to all and sundry in the great campus area outdoors, the Hare Krishnas start in with the drum parades, and the Mormon missionary guys hit the streets in search of souls to save.
It was beautiful over the weekend–high in the 50s on Sunday. Then we had a thunderstorm (!) and now it’s back in the 20s and 30s. <sigh> But, there are some promising signs: the geese are coming back, and our cats are getting all frisky and chasing each other around the house. No sign of robins or crocuses yet, but that should be happening soon.
If it’s spring, why the heck did I have to scrape all that snow off my car this morning?
Oh yeah, the azaleas. How did I forget to mention the azaleas? Red, white, pink and purple, they’re all puttin’ on quite the show.
Driving past a golf course recently there must have been 400 robins together in a flock. To a worm it was ground zero.
It snowed last night and everything is cold and white, but on the way home for lunch I spotted two very cold-looking robins and a gull. Each spring and fall we see gulls migrating through here, so it must be spring.
or fall?
Don’t make me come down there…
(Today’s rain just turned to sleet. Tomorrow is supposed to be flirting with a record low high temperature for the date.)