As fickle as a puppy's attention, so is spring Time. In one instant, warming streams of sun shine through wintered windows, and in the next snow returns to snarl at budding crocus. I think these sometimes violent mood swings aren't completely unwarranted. Fighting through December, January, February, and March to give warmth... to think you have arrived, only to have your efforts pushed aside by snow; This is betrayal, and this, can make anyone, or in this sense, spring Time, very moody.
Time though, as I've said before, can pass quickly. And before we know it, the streams of warmth get stronger and stronger. Crocus, daffodils and tulips find their strength. Humans too, stretch and yawn away their bear-like hibernations to squint at spring Time. Winter windows thaw. Breezes with the smell of freshly mowed lawns and precocious barbeques rise in triumph, for spring Time has arrived again.
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