This winter seems to have gone forever. One day of snow followed by another followed by days where the very air seemed frozen.
Normally I love winter, but even I’ve hit my limit this year. The last few days of nearly normal (and slightly above normal) temperatures have kindled in me a desire to see leaves bud, blossoms erupt in a fragrant flowerdrift — which is much easier to vanish than the snow sort — and to view a sky that is a brighter, softer blue than the blue of perpetual January which has been our lot since November.
I know that S&G are talking about a woman in their song, but I choose to take it literally — April come she will. And soon, I hope!