While it grieves me to say it - I am not always right. In
fact if the truth were known - I don't think I am usually right any more than
half the time. In terms of decisions about personal things such as relationship
issues, I do even worse. But I was right about when spring would arrive in my
neck of the woods.
On March 12th, in this blog, I predicted that spring would
occur on or about April 14. It is the
15th of April and spring is here. How do
I know? As I got out of my car this afternoon, I could smell the dirt. I could
smell all of those earthy aromas that have lain frozen and dormant for the past
few months. I know the next time it rains there will be that fresh smell in the
air.
It was a close thing. Given the weather that we had at the end
of last week and the weather that parts of the Prairies had earlier in the
week, I was not too sure if I was going to be right. I really wondered if this
was the year that spring would be a week or two later than I had predicted. At
Easter, when we had a few days of delightful sun and fairly warm temperatures I
thought maybe that I had missed the signs and spring was about to occur. But once again Blackie's lesson about the crows
has held true. Every year I wonder, given our rapidly changing patterns of
weather, how many more years I will get to guess with some accuracy when spring
will occur.
But for now I am content. Spring is here. Thanks again
Blackie.
