Our weather here has been a tease. Tiny little purple crocus shyly thrust their heads through grass that is still a winter gray green. The daffodils are blooming here in the city where I have come to spend the week. Witch hazel has spread its spidery fingers along the branches of the tree arms. Yet in spite of the timid and tiny yellows and lavenders, the weather is still cold and the skies mostly gray. When the sun does shine, the weather is just warm enough you can loosen your neck scarf but not take off your coat.
Tomorrow is supposed to be our first real spring day, maybe even warm enough to pretend it is the first day of summer. But I am not going to put away the heavier sweaters just yet as early April can still be a disappointment with cold rains.
I have been walking grandchildren to school each morning and then picking them up each afternoon and treasuring this golden time that I thought had left my life when my children were grown. They noticed the crocus and I point out the robins and blackbirds and we can smell spring on the air. WE both enjoy anticipating what we know lies ahead.