I don’t know if this is a thing that happens in other places, but here in Virginia, before we get on with actual spring, we usually have a first spring, or what some people call a “fool’s spring.” And, well, I think we’re there.
It’s beautiful and sunny and in the 60s (Fahrenheit) today, and will be tomorrow as well. But I don’t think winter’s quite ready to let us go, and it’s supposed to be cold and possible snowy on Sunday before warming up again next week. So, I guess we’ll see.
Virginia, y’all. She always keeps her people guessing.
Anyway, I wrote a poem about it, because it just felt like the right thing to do.
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Winter’s chill softens.
The sun and air and wind
turn gentle and warm
and the ground begins to thaw.
All around the sounds of new life –
a world rife with breeze and birdsong –
but first impressions
can be wrong
and beauty’s a fickle thing.
Here in Virginia,
it remains to be seen
whether this is truly spring.
A Virginia Writer's Diary 
Love it–perfect for the Great Backyard Bird Count tomorrow!
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I’m enjoying it too! While it lasts. But you never know – this year might surprise us with a truly early spring. 🙂
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True…or it could snow in May. Saw it happen in Texas one year. 🙂
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One of the biggest blizzards of my lifetime happened in April. I kind of love how unpredictable the weather can be. 🙂 Reminds me to not ever take my plans too seriously and to go with the flow.
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Great 👍👍
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Thank you! 🙂
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😊
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But all Spring is foolish, is it not?😂Beautiful words and photo🙏
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I suppose it is! Thank you! 🙂
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