Time went by so fast. I cannot remember all the moments as she told me once again the seasons were changing. The flower buds, birds in the yard, the smell of fresh cut grass. Azure skies daunted on the horizon with towering cumulus clouds to keep one at guard. The stature of the trees unfolding their glory before your eyes.
The wind whispers in your ear as raindrops tickle your fancy. Yeah, it is time. Might as well be.
A change of pace, a change of attire, a change of expression, a change of hope and of course a change of seasons. I offer her this – “Spring has sprung, the grass has ris and I wonder where the little birdies is?’ She chuckles and turns her head as she departs, I smile, I fret . . .’” but yet, I know the seasons are changing.
Rising to the occasion, walking along the Columbia River with the wind to my back, I think of the weather past, since New Year’s Day of this year, in fact.
Knowing all the while we have endured some 70 rainy days and more than 20 inches of rain here in this southernmost city of the beautiful Evergreen State.
The fleeting clouds that roll in from the west have brought a variety of weather, it seems. Some snow, plenty of rain — that’s for sure, —hail and sleet. Let’s see, what else? Did I mention a round or two of thunder as loud as the distant roar of cannon fire at Fort Vancouver? And did you see the pretty sight of a few priceless rainbows?
I continue my stroll, umbrella in tow, bundled up against the breeze and wondering if tonight we will have yet another freeze? April is such a fickle month and full of folly. Acting like a grown-up one day and -a toddler the next.
Yeah, the seasons have changed, as she said. Yet, I wait for the warmth and brightness I know spring can bring.
Pat Timm is a local weather specialist. His column appears Tuesdays, Thursdays and Sundays. Reach him at http://weathersystems.com.
