Any man, woman, child, cat, dog, bird or rodent in New England will tell you that March never gave us anything close to spring weather. I guess those two warm days we had at the end of February constitute “in like a lamb” but it’s up to April to deliver the warmth and beauty of spring. Oh, March gave us a couple of days in the 50s, we even hit 60 once or twice, but we also had a big bunch of snow. We also had a few days in the teens, some single-digits and some seriously cold rain.
We tried to find spring wherever we could. We bought ice cream the day our local soft-serve place plowed their parking lot and opened for the season. The animals around us, perhaps encouraged by a much warmer than normal February, had some babies. We put Maddie’s cot outside on
my wife’s her patio. I left my car out of the garage a few nights. We fed the birds, squirrels and chipmunks. We walked and sat outside, a crocus even bloomed, but winter would not give up.
It’s April’s turn. Monday afternoon, the Pittsburgh Pirates will open their season on the road at Fenway Park in sorta-nearby Boston. In a couple of weeks, some of us will celebrate Easter. I told you that I didn’t trust March. It seems I had good reason. I have faith in April. April will deliver.
This post has been part of Linda G. Hill’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday. Linda gave us a complex challenge, but she encouraged us to “have fun” and I have.
Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is: “any.” Begin your post with the word “any.” Bonus points if you theme your post on another word that starts with “A.” Have fun!
The gallery includes a look back on the lion that was March. I borrowed some from my editor. I’d like to say I was trying to avoid duplicates, but she took better photos, so… Beneath that is a little video. You’ll need to turn the sound up to hear what the birds think of our weather.
And, this is for the birds: