Spring is here....well, O.K. ...now!......soon, dammit!

I've been thinking a lot about why native Bendites are constantly surprised by bad weather in late spring.

I think it's because we have a vague memory of a spring that happened once, long ago. Of birds singing, crocus's booming, rock chucks mating. We're pretty sure it happened.

And we harbor the hope, the illusion that someday, someday! it will happen again.