Earlier in the week I wrote a post called 'Hello Summer'. It's not Summer yet.
Poor old Spring. We all profess to love it endlessly, but I suspect it's really the promise of the heat of Summer that gets us all excited. Yippee, we cheer, the weather is warming up.
That other 'shoulder' season, Autumn, has the leaves yellowing up and falling about and gussying the place up. Besides, no one is trying to hurry Autumn along to get to the freezing cold of Winter. Rather, we linger in the sunshine a little longer and admire those beautiful sunsets.
Spring has a big burst of flowers in its favour, but they don't last long and within a week or two we are taking them for granted and planting our Summer vegetables. One warmish day and we're in our togs slopping on the sunscreen and complaining endlessly that the water is freezing. See, rushing onto a Summer activity when a loll in the warmth of Spring would have served us so much better.
After a couple of days of sunshine, the weather turned cold again today and at least five people on the school run mentioned that it wasn't fair because "Summer is supposed to be on the way". I promptly went home, plucked a couple of sprigs of lavender off the bush and plonked them in a jar on my kitchen windowsill. Spring needs to be honoured.
Do you think Spring gets a bad run?