Marching Out Like a Lion

     The saying about the first month of spring proved to be true in a sense this year. March came in like a lamb and went out like a lion. I'm still waiting for that lion to move all the way out. The temperatures are cold for April and the sun is deceiving. The thermometer does not reach its daily high until late afternoon, which is frustrating because it takes so long to warm up; the temperature variance from noon to three o'clock is enough to keep me indoors. I want to frolic and play outside, but that darn nip in the air thwarts my efforts. Alas, I am left waiting once more for the weather to turn up its charm and become spring-like. All the while I remind myself it could be worse. At least it is not snowing. I've know March to go out like a wintry, wet lion in the past.