The Spring That Never Was

“Once upon the time there was a season called Spring.  It used to come in softly with a little warm breeze sweeping down from the mountain tops, usually during the last night of March.  In the morning there would be a soft dew rather than frost and by the end of the day a gentle rain would patter down on the brown grass.  Within a few days the grass would turn green, daffodils and tulips would emerge from the dark brown soil which was now warm to the touch.  All birds, big and small, would tweet as they fluttered from tree to tree, building their own individual little nests.  By the end of April the countryside would be buzzing with bees, flowers wild and wonderful would break up the green of the grass and goodness, children would be running around on streets, swinging in the park, climbing up the welcoming tree branches.

Oh stop, is this a fairy tale from Hans Christian Andersen?  Is it really true that once there was something called Spring?

Yes, Virginia, there was a Spring, but it has gone the way of the do-do bird and the mammoth.  We don’t know why exactly, some say that Mother Nature became angry with Man, who assumed to know better than she how to manage nature.  Now, we live in a world of brown, ice, fog and snow.

Let that be a lesson to you.”

Yes, it is a grim day in mid-April with snow, snow and more snow.