And here came another little round of snow — the talking heads called it snow “showers” and it didn’t last long. Snow in April can be unpleasant, but more than in any other month (except perhaps May) it does not feel like a threat — even when the power goes out — because we can be assured it is an anomaly. When it snows in January there’s an implied threat of cold and inconvenience for months to come, but the first week in April? This will be melted in a few days and the daffodils and robins can go back to declaring spring.
I plan to plant wildflowers this spring, and zinnias, and oh, some onions and tomatoes. After a year of mourning, I want Three Willows to come alive again in honor and memory of the mistress of this land.
For today, though, we sit in the house and watch the snow make hollow and empty promises, winter’s last gasp. When it felt like early spring in early March, some of us were hopeful but not fooled, and this latest storm did not surprise us.
Confusing the old adage, April has come in like a lion. I will be surprised if April does not end with weather fit for a lamb.
