“In the spring I have counted one
hundred and thirty-six different kinds of weather inside
of four and twenty
hours.” Mark Twain
(1835 – 1910)
Dear Spring,
What a prophetic description of March 2015 written by
Mark Twain over a century ago. Spring, you sure can be fickle. Stop teasing us! We humbly acknowledge that you are in
control. We understand that you want to make a dramatic entrance dressed in
your fine couture, and honestly, with all your beauty, who can blame you? But you’ve
already got us in the palm of your hand, sitting at the edge of our seats; we
are a captivated audience. Spring, we’ve
been patient, now show us some mercy, and reward our patience with a steady
performance of warmer, brighter days. We are so ready for the cold, gray curtain
of winter to lift, and your colorful,
spectacular show to begin. Spring, you have a rapt audience, now give us a
reason for a standing ovation.
Respectfully,
Jan Crerie
