Well that's how I feel about April. Mother Nature has been playing tricks on us all month. One day you are playing in the sand box enjoying a little sunshine and the next you are stuck in the house snuggled up in your wool socks and fleece pull overs.
Or the next day she says spring is here and shows us the pear trees in full bloom and the next the perennials are struggling under the weight of last nights snow fall.
Or you catch yourself singing "pants on the ground" one day and "put another log on the fire" the next.
Then you can't decide if the watery eyes and runny nose are from the forsythia or winter serving up its leftovers from cold and flu season.
Although . . . upon reflection isn't that really how seasons change, the transition is rarely a smooth one but can be rather rough at times. It seems to be all about how you weather the storm. You can choose to accept the unexpected in each day as a gift, a blessing, a reason to be thankful or complain about not having your expectations met and that things aren't the way you think they ought to be. After all we really do need both the sunshine and the rain.