Reflections on the Fifth Week of Spring

Sixty-two and thirty-seven, average temperatures for Wells Wood's fifth week of spring, didn't convey the surprises and variability for the time of year. Monday rain pounded. I wore boots for a muddy walk to cut daffodils. The sky cleared, and sunshine lit raindrops dangling from leaves. Willow branches swayed like lacy ribbons. Wisps of vapor grew into glowing white and dense gray cloud mounds. Rain misted then puddled the ground. Whistling wind brought back blue skies. The rain-sun cycle continued throughout the day. Cooling temperatures brought wet snow Thursday. Flakes covered pansy faces, daffodil cups, and downed logs. The snow wasn't surprising, but three other incidents that morning were. Ambling through the field, two bear cubs heard Spence in the kitchen and galloped into the woods. Spence, voted the-most-easy-going husband by my friends, asked me what I was going to wear for swim class. And, the Learning Center children, who'd waited so long for spring, didn't even mention the snow. Better at indicating the surprises and variability for the time of year were record temperatures–eighty-nine and nineteen.