Monday, February 18, 2008

Fickle February

One day the temperature is warm and caressing and billowy white clouds race across the sky shouting, “spring is coming, spring is coming!” The next day it snows. This tug of war between winter and spring has just begun and we will not see the end of it until the last feeble sputters of snow in late May. And then, suddenly, it will be summer.


clerks a rockin said...

Hi Joyce,
It was a pleasure to meet you and your hubby at Karen's. Nice evening.I just read your Need or Want post. I think I fall so much right in the middle. If I just did not have such a passion for gardening, I could rule with my head more than my heart. Take care.

Bev said...

Jocelyn, you took the words right out of my mouth!! Fickle is right!