April 29: Fickle

That old Maine saying, "If you don't like the weather, wait a few minutes" was carried to an extreme as we experienced over the course of today alternating and varying periods of full-on sun and snow (and sometimes both at the same time). Now, at day's end, the sun's shining gloriously, wind wildly rocks all the tree tops, and grey storm clouds glower on the horizon. The sky is still ready to give us anything it chooses at a moment's notice. Young women were scuffing flip-flops in snow, someone caught a big trout near my office, dandelions have invaded lawns, chickadees parked themselves in my bird feeder as snow fell--each probably as confounded as the other by the day's shifting weather.

Snow, sun, wind, storm clouds--
day's shifting moods affect mine,
fickleness of spring.