No matter which route we take, spring seems to follow us back forth over he border, one day here, the next day somewhere else.
While the middle of the country and the South were pummeled, we’ve been warm, hot, cool and cold, sometimes all in the same day. One glorious day it got up to 84, then turned around and snowed the next.
There’s no middle ground in the Northeast in the middle of April. If you’re not careful, you can miss spring entirely.
Piles of stubborn snow persist but so do little clumps of bulbs, often in the oddest spots. Easter will be cold, but I’m betting on a warm Memorial Day.