It snowed last night. Tonight, there is still snow on the ground. On 8 April, and winter has lasted long enough, thanks.
There are two ways to view these raids end of the winter season. A person can either despair or hope. When a long winter snow melts, releasing a long-buried land again to feel the life giving rays of the sun, is a time of rest for the weary hearts of months trapped within the four walls of a house. As exhilarating as the taste of spring can be renovated at a funeral in the snow can cause a drop in the same moral.
For some people, later this year, the snow falls more depressing is that. For those of snow at any time, in April is particularly overwhelming, and a week later this month is that much worse.
This is my opinion: Snow in March is very sad indeed. Snow in April is a farce. When the first flakes fall in the sky during the month of April I admit my answer is unhappy. But then I laugh. Snow is not around for long. When the snow falls in March is always the lurking fear of the cold and snowy months. April Spring swell is such that snow days are limited. In April, the winter has had its grip on our lives long enough. It 'time to throw away the fear of winter, and laughs. Snow today? It just makes the lack of snow tomorrow, even more wonderful. Spring is coming, is just the tip of your fingers. And 'here.
I mark these thoughts, but still struggles with frustration. Today I am not desperate, that the winter is not necessarily over, but to wear down the outside of disability. As the seasons change here is the bad habit of passing from winter to summer, and too little time. Four weeks between winter and summer, there is not enough time to get all these things done before summer. Yard is a wreck. Around the wreck. Any additional snow allows for a great day to escape unused.
April is full of ups and downs, but I say that is higher than in March. In April, the sun is about long days hard enough all day. Snowdrops and crocuses to strike across the country. The water flows. Tree buds swell with new life. The world is changing and running.
On a good day in April I get out of a world on edge. The sky is bright blue and white clouds on the floor. The wind has a bite to court, but the sun warms any surface it touches. Although the wreck was lost in the cool winter air and the sky speaks of spring.
March is crazy. April is the hope. In early April the eye sees only the contours of what has vanished in life takes place in May and June April is a time to dream. The world is waiting, spring, summer and fall have been in advance. The ground is frozen and wet here, but I stand, look around and imagine the coming months.
