But we adapted. Yeah, we're Minnesotans. We embraced the warm weather. "Spring is here!" we said with confidence to each other over the garden fences and on the sidewalks. We started up our mowers and dug our white shoes out of storage and started dreaming about aperitifs on the porch. But outside...
The bleeding hearts are
already blooming their hearts out.
And then, you do this to us.
Freeze warnings, two nights in a row.
I'm sure it was you I heard laughing as we all raced around covering up our gardens. I'm sure it was you I heard snort with evil glee when you saw us pinning down the coverings with rocks against the wind you decided to whip up, just to top things off. I'm sure I heard you snicker and wheeze, "Good luck keeping Harry away from them..."
...when I had to bring the pansies inside
and water them in the kitchen sink.
Well, if we have a bare and dull May, it's because you just wouldn't wait to do things right, could you? It'll be your fault if you miss out on...
The Angelique tulips. Remember them? Delicate pink and green.
The mini daffodils. So cheerful. So trusting.
The fern peony that gives you two extravagant,
bright fuchsia blossoms every year.
So fine. Fine, spring. Go away for a while. We prefer if you acted on time anyway. Doesn't bother us at all. We have plenty to do inside that we didn't get done because of your early tease.
Like finishing our winter knitting with Jingle Belle.
Fine. Take your time. Maybe we'll notice when you come back.