The first day of Spring??

Among all the frustrations I'm facing right now, there's something that I can do absolutely nothing about and, although extremely minor, is making me crabby. I'm talking about the weather. We've had the most beautiful Spring weather lately: mild temperatures, sunny days, brillant blue skies......

Bur Mother Nature is such a trickster (is she related to Coyote?) and has pulled the rug out from under us. Yesterday it was 75 - today it's not going to get above 45. It's raining. The temp is supposed to continue to fall; there's a possibility for snow tonight. It is the first day of Spring, right? I moved my plants out on to the deck when the temperature hit the 70's to create this neat little outdoor room where I could sit and read while Jypsy scampered around the yard chasing bugs. One of these plants is a 6' Ornamental orange tree that probably weighs a hundred pounds - it's huge. It's also a pain to move. As it is a little fussy about being in cold temperatures and snow, it had to come back in last night along with everything else I shoved out there. Fortunately I had some friends over for wine on the deck to enjoy the last of the nice weather for several days, and they helped get everything back in before departing. I wish Mother would make up her mind and decide between Winter and Spring. My vote is for Spring.

I've got some things stewing in the work department - whether anything comes of any of it is anyone's guess. Hopefully one of these opportunities will work out, and I'll be able to get back to work. I would love to leave this frustration and feeling of worthlessness behind.