Don't read too much into the title. It's simply how I feel most of the time.
Last Saturday, St, Patrick's Day, was so warm and beautiful that my heart (or what's left of it) soared. Temperature in the 70s (Fahrenheit). Purple and pink blossoms starting to appear on trees. I had no doubt that spring had finally arrived.
Then the temperature dropped. Somber clouds and sinister fog obliterated thoughts of spring. The final blow came this morning, when I heard that snow is predicted by mid-week.
I kissed spring goodbye.
Same thing happened last year. There was a flurry of early spring blossoms and sudden frosts killed them all.
I'm presently going through an extremely bad crises in my life. There are times when I'm hardly able to cope. There are other times when I no longer want to cope.
Enough said. I'm not looking for sympathy. I'm just establishing a fact.
This, too, shall pass.
I initially planned to share some poetry in this post. Then I remembered my previous musical post and said "Hell, I'd better not. I don't want to lose the two readers that I have left."
I'm being bitterly sarcastic, simply because I'm in a foul mood.
How about some boring photos?
Blossoms are appearing everywhere, but they'll vanish in another day or two when the snow arrives.
Everything was green and lovely on St. Patrick's Day.
Nearby hills.
I let my eldest cat Scratch wander around outside today.
Gloomy clouds today and a chilly wind.
Thunderstorms predicted for tonight.
Can a blog post get more boring than this???
