Because it's been, you know, raining. And gray. And the sun pops out for a day or two. Then it rains again, and is gray. And cold. Then the sun pops out again and everything turns green and yellow and purple.
Sounds exactly like spring to me.
That's the thing about spring. It's changeable and unsettled and it rains
But summer is in there, under that rainjacket of spring, waiting to unzip the haze, bare its skin, and say, "Ahhhhhhhhhh........"
Kind of like Ledge Light:
We were at the beach a couple of weeks ago -- a veritable gift of a summer weekend in the middle of April -- although the beach was way colder and way foggier than our deck had been. At first, we couldn't even see Ledge Light out there, at the mouth of the Thames River.