What a spring this year! March was warm as summer. Afterwards April showers arrived. Now snow and bitter wind these past two days. The rain is expected, I agree—but it’s almost May.
I’m little, I’m tough and I can bend in the wind, but here I am shivering. I’m too young to die so soon. I feel Jack Frost is back again. Is he lost, I wonder?
“It’s Little Tulip, remember me? Send sunshine soon, pretty please so I can do my job brightening up this garden thing.”