The trouble with that platitude is that Spring is so erratic around here that we often don’t recognize it when it comes. For the next eight weeks or so, every time we hit a spell of bad weather, we will repeat to ourselves, and each other, “Well, spring is right around the corner.” But we’re never quite sure which corner is the corner.
We all think we recognize Spring when we encounter it. Spring is one of those glorious days when it’s not too hot or too cold, the birds are singing, and a gentle breeze (as opposed to a gusty wind) is blowing, bringing the fragrance of earth warming and flowers blossoming. Trouble is, we could have one of those days in March–or April–or May. We could also have snow in any of those months, though I grant you, in May it would be melted by noon, if it ever stuck at all. And Summer, why that’s when it gets up in the 90s (F) and everyone wears shorts and sandals and the kids play in the sprinkler. Need I tell you that this scenario has happened in April, May, and June? (Though more often in July or August, I concede.)
I’ve come to reckon the seasons more by what’s blooming than what the thermometer reads. If the daffodils are blooming, it’s Spring. Never mind the snowflakes coming down. Or, as the case may be, the sweat on your brow. I know that sometime in mid-March the back of winter will be broken. We call what follows Mud Season. In between that and Summer is Spring, often recognized more in hindsight than when it’s actually here. Really, all the seasons overlap and blend into each other, but try explaining that to a four-year-old who wants to know, “Is today Spring?”
Nope, not today. Today the weatherman speculates the high temperature will be 9F (-13C).
Gusty northwest winds, and single digit temperatures, will combine to produce wind chill temperatures ranging from 15 to 25 below zero (F).