I don't know about where you live, but the late Winter weather is always unstable and random around here. Warm sun, hail, wind, fog, snow, rain, sometimes all in the same day, and sometimes multiple times in the same day. As if two weather siblings were squabbling for supremacy.
And I suppose in a way, they are.
Winter vs. Spring, who will win?
On any given day, its hard to tell, but once those first buds start to form, the changing of the seasons appears more and more sure. The hardy blossoms of early flowers seem to take it all in stride. The ground yields willingly to shovel and tiller, happy to be waking from a long rest.
Saturday morning, as we climbed into the car for a long drive to Grandma's memorial service, we saw Swallows for the first time this year. We always look for them to show their fleet forms by the end of March, but it felt like a sweet comfort to see not one, but six of them looping right over our heads and calling their glad tidings to us... Spring is nearly here!... on a day of such deep contemplation.