"Spring has sprung, the grass is rizz, I wonder where the birdies is?
All the birds are on the wing. That's funny. I always thought the wing was on the bird!"
-- old English ditty
So far, the spring of 2011 has been a total bust. Leading up to the first day, the weather had been fooling us with quickly melting snow and weather that promoted the teenage Canadian uniform of board shorts and t's. But it seems that that was only a tease. For the last week, the weather in Ontario has been more reminiscent of mid-January than late March.
You have to feel sorry for the birds. Their nests were being feathered and the first robins appeared. I saw one yesterday. I think it had frostbite. Canada Geese are flying overhead, honking in displeasure, "It's too early -- point back to the south!".
Spring flowers that had timidly started pushing their way towards the sun have been rudely repulsed by bone-chilling cold. The earliest snowdrops have popped up their heads to open for an hour while the sun is warm, then hurriedly close up again to ward off the frigid wind chills.
Forecasts say that we will warm up to big 8 degrees (C) before the weekend. If not, I'm afraid my dog and I will be wearing our winter coats for a little while longer. Stupid groundhog.
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