Living where I do, a hundred or so miles from the 45th parallel, I can depend on one thing from the weather in Michigan. The seasons fall pretty exactly in coordination with the solar calendar.
We rely upon the change for recreation and budgets as well as selecting our clothing. This past winter was special. It snowed on the first day of winter, we received our requisite 8 feet of snowfall and the ski season was consistent. It snowed again on the last day of winter. The time has come for the birds to return, buds to come out on the trees, I can shed the underlayer beneath my slacks and feel the crisp springtime tickling up the legs of my pants as they flap in the breeze. New concerns of sunscreen and wind jackets replace the base layers and studded tires. I took the drive train off the the Hunq to clean the combination of sand, dirt, oil, salt and whatever else it had picked up. We are ready.
The slop, ice and corrosive dangerous chemicals will all be replaced by flowers now.
Uh, Huh! I've had enough already. Same shit different season. Nothin' but hope.