It is warm. Saturday it was in the 50s and yesterday and today the 40s. It’s rainy and the trees are sodden, the earth smells like spring.
But it is not. It is a tease, this thaw. I’d rather have the snow, the cold and get it over with. I don’t want spring in January. I want the ground to crunch beneath my feet and I want to know that spring is in the future.
The water in the barometer rises. Weather is coming.
myfanwy collins 