Brice Marden, Cold Spring
I don't know what it's like where you are, but here in the frosty Big Apple, it's cold, especially for the end of March. The temperature for the rest of the week will barely squeak above 50F in the middle of the week before going back down into the 30s and 40s with the wind blowing. At night, it's down into the 20s. I have a space heater working in the kitchen this morning. Crocus and daffodils bravely peek above the frost. Robins, Cardinals, and Mockingbirds sing the song of Spring while shivering in the wind. I saw a young couple yesterday bundled up against the cold with jackets, caps, and scarves, and wearing shorts at the same time. Now there's optimism.
I'm afraid we may have another cold wet spring followed by a broiling summer. Temperatures barely make it into the 50s all the way through May, and then suddenly in the middle of June, it's 95F. I could be wrong (I hope so). Last year we had a beautiful and pleasant Spring.