In all my fifty-some-odd years you’d think I’d come to learn it. New England weather still can surprise me and delight.
This weekend predicts seventy degrees. Ten years ago, a foot of snow on April 12th. The sun though, rules. Birds know best somehow and build their nests regardless of the date. They fly ahead of warmth, hunker in through snowfall, and eggs don’t freeze in cold spring nights nor boil in unexpected sunbeam heat.
And yet, a human never really gets it.
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I love the transition into each season,especially spring. Being a southern redneck, I really miss the warm weather, (mostly when it’s below zero), but there’s nothing like the weather in New England.