Today spring seems like a highly overrated season. As much as I relish the chance to write about the idea of renewal, second chances, opportunity, and new beginnings, spring in the Midwest generally stinks, and regularly fails to deliver. Sane science would point to persistent and predictable years of late freezes, regularly cold temperatures in March and April, ice storms, a winter’s worth of trash in the yard that the winter snow mercifully hid. One could black out from it. The worst day of winter arrives here in March, and that worst day continues relentlessly way into April.
Spring
Posted on: April 2, 2009 Leave a Comment