Today feels like Spring. At 9:24 in the morning, the temperature is 53 degrees and I feel like Spring is not far away. But this is a trap, one that February springs on us every year. Sunday’s weather will be a high of 38.

I don’t understand what it is about me that relishes snow and cold until Christmas, then wants it gone from my sight. Frightful weather outside in December is one thing, but in February and March? Go away! I’m dreaming of Spring. I’m dreaming of flowers (but even the lure of seed catalogs yields more broken promises).  

It sounds like I’m having a war with Winter here, doesn’t it? Maybe not a war, but at least a tiff. I cross my arms and look down my nose at the lie that is this weather. Then again, I walk to my car in a lighter-weight coat. I see Colden Pond has melted and I dream of crocuses popping up by the Kissing Bridge.

I guess this is just human nature (rather than Mother Nature, who grants us this tantalizing glimpse of Spring). I’ll enjoy the weather.