Yesterday I wrote about “spring” snow. From this entry you may have guessed that I love spring. This year in Boston, I feel somewhat cheated. The wonderful spring weather that I looked forward to all year never fully appeared. It rained a lot.
And when it wasn’t raining, it was really hot. We didn’t have the usual mild days that help ease me into summer. However, even though the weather did not cooperate fully, there were signs of spring.
Summer starts tomorrow. So I say a fond farewell to the spring that never sprung.