I’ve lived in Michigan for thirteen years — a whole teenager of time. And yet, every year, I am fooled by False Spring. You would think I would have figured this out by now.
You may or may not experience False Spring where you live, but here in the Upper Midwest, sometime in March, maybe mid or late month, it suddenly gets warm. The sun stretches a little longer into the evening. The air softens. And you start to believe that the weather will finally align with astronomical spring and the Spring Equinox.
But no. It inevitably turns cold again. Snow is still entirely possible. April can feel like a betrayal. Wishful thinking, I know.
It’s February, so I’m not falling for it just yet. But somehow I still wasn’t expecting snow last weekend. I should know better.
And I’m thinking of everyone in the Northeast and Mid-Atlantic today.
February makes sense, technically. But at this stage, we’re just… over it.
Patience, Grasshopper.
—Renee Roederer
Smuggling Grace 