Then it went away and hid. Yup. At least, that's what it feels like.
Here in Nova Scotia, last Wednesday and Thursday were days filled with pure, blissful, unadulterated joy. Oh, what wonderful days those were.
I spent Wednesday afternoon sniffing the air. It was soft and warm and full of smells I haven't smelled since before the snow came last year. In the garden, I discovered my daffodils were starting to pop up all over the place. And the daphne bushes - well, they're more like sticks with a couple of side sticks stuck on for good measure than bushes... but we won't tell the peep that 'cause she's really quite proud of them, I think - had flower buds already showing some colour. The biggest surprise of all was the primrose. I've got a whole bed of them that I share with the peep. Only one has flowered so far but it was the first flower of spring so was pretty special.
Wednesday night was very mild. My fur family and I all stayed out really late, enjoying the night air. When peep #1 arrived home from her caterwauling practise, it was way past nine and already dark. She drove into the driveway to be greeted by my dad Jacob, my brother Seville and myself... of course. Oh, and that Carson cat who has been hanging around our house a lot lately, too. We boys all came in with the peep but my sisters Constance, Beatrice and Tess stayed out for at least another hour. Girls!
Thursday was garbage day so peep #1 had to take the garbage bags - the vast majority of which are filled with our used kitty litter - down to the end of the driveway. I always supervise this job of the peep's... make sure she's taking the old litter and not the new... that sort of thing... but what fun it was this week. There were birds up in the trees and they were singing the most beautiful of songs. Way better than what went on at caterwauling practise the night before, I bet. I guess the birds were happy to see the arrival of spring, too. I hadn't had breakfast yet so I was salivating just a bit... you know, 'cause of all those birds and all... but I was a good boy. I waited 'till we were all inside and enjoyed a good ol' brekkie out of a tin with a little dry on the side.
But those days were forever ago. By Friday, it had turned much cooler and today... well... it's darn tootin' cold! Could you believe it? Where's my spring? That's what I want to know. To where did it sprung? I want to know that, too! Hope it remembers to come back soon. It had better not think it can disappear 'till next year. The peep says it will be back in a week or two. If ever there was a time for the peep to be right about something, this would be it. Oh, I hope to goodness she's right about the return of my spring. I've got all four paws crossed. Eyes, too!