It's easy to wonder, in the dead of winter, why anyone would ever want to live in Toledo, Ohio. The great economy? The intelligent leadership? The clouds roll in to our area in October and don't seem to leave until the middle of March, so in the wintertime it's easy to feel depressed, especially since we have those long dark nights to contend with.
The flip side of that, though, is the way that spring bursts onto the scene with little explosions. The weather doesn't gradually warm up here -- we get slammed into summer with almost no warning, and then a day or two later it's chilly and damp again. I wrote about my hot, summery run on Sunday, but yesterday it was damp, cloudy, and in the high fifties again. The flowering trees had all started to bloom, and they looked gorgeous against the gray-blue clouds. I noticed redbuds and dogwoods and apple and crabapple blooms, as well as the bright baby-green and tiny red leaves on the non-flowering trees. It was a good day for my bright-blue spring jacket. The daffodills sprinkled through the park were done flowering, but all sorts of green undergrowth is starting to pop up.
We also have all kinds of migratory birds back in town. The mallards are nesting right now. We have goldfinches all kinds of other little finches, bluebirds, woodpeckers, and a lot of others I can't identify.
The good thing about a climate like this is that we all know we need to take advantage of the good weather while it lasts. It's weird to have the furnace on one day and consider turning on the air conditioner the next, but I think I enjoy the drama.