This morning wind whips the tree tops around with enough force and range of motion to whisk the very air into a foamy froth. Spring arrives today with a flat sky, so uniformly gray it might have been spray-painted on. How can the sky be so expressionless above such wild motion?
February 1st felt like spring! I could feel it flowing in my blood and bones. I delighted in the sun gleaming on wet Skimmia berries and Viburnum buds showing color.
But the planet stepped back from this threshold of Eden. At least here in the Northwest, cold, rain, wind, even snow prevailed through the weeks since, even on this first day of spring. However, friends have been telling me that in the Midwest and on the East coast, the mercury has soared to summer-time 70's. What mystery is this?
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