Spring

Yesterday, after spying the first crocus of the season, I happily dug my fingers into the warming earth, with strains of The Secret Garden humming in my mind. It was a lovely morning, sunny and bright. I cleared the leaves and dead wood and found the beginnings of tulips and daffodils pushing their way up. No jacket necessary, I basked in the warm sunlight.

Today, I scraped ice off my car. Twice.

What. The. Fuck.