But this -is- Spring! It’s a perfectly ordinary New England spring. For those not so
blessed, our seasons cycle thusly:
Spring begins when it goes above freezing and starts raining every day. It usually gets
nice and warm an sunny for one or two days every month, always on weekday, usually
towards the end of the week, just to make you think the weekend will be nice. Then it
gets cold again and rains all weekend.
Summer begins when the rain ends. The temperatures immediately skyrocket, and will
remain high until fall. Once the ground is thorughly baked, the summer rains begin. These
are brief thundershowers in the evening that give an impressive display of lightning, and
drop just enough rain to make it really muggy the next morning. Some ‘thundershowers’
may not bother showering at all. In no case will the rain actually ‘cool things off’, even
though everyone hopes it will.
Autumn begins with a cold snap, before you’ve harvested your tomatoes (if you garden).
Then comes the three days which makes all New Englanders swear that we love and adore
the change of seasons, indeed, we could not possibly do without them. The leaves change
color, and provide a spectacular show. Then they fall off and need to be raked up.
The remainder of Autumn is the dead season where it grows increasingly dark and chilly.
Winter arrives with the first snowstorm, which, despite what the calendars may claim about
Winter beginning in December, the first snowstorm will actually come in January. White
Christmas is a myth. (* Except, every few years, it snows for Thanksgiving and keeps going.
Just to keep you on your toes, y’know.)
Everybody enjoys the beautiful snow for a week, then it thaws, enough to melt it partly,
and freezes hard again. For the remainder of the winter, there will be a sheet of ice under
any newly fallen snow. Often, a quick thaw/freeze cycle gives you a crust of ice on top of
snow on top of a sheet of ice. Woe betide the fool who does not shovel the walk with every
snow, for the ice quickly becomes nigh impenetrable, and hazardous to work on.
Winter ends with one last massive snowstorm, usually after a week of ‘false spring’. False
spring is the region’s way of killing off alien plants - especially expensive ornamental flowers
- by luring them into coming out into bud and then killing them off with a hard freeze and
a good foot of snow. Not many years ago, false spring lasted most of March, until April 1st,
when we were deluged with an unexpected foot of snow in twelve hours (the forecasters
had claimed it would be rain… ha!). ‘False spring’ is generally warm and sunny, and sets
expectations too high for true spring, which, as we come around again, consists, of course,
mostly of rain.
Personally, I’m not minded to complain much of the current weather, as I know that all
too soon it will become unbearably hot. By comparison to that, what’s a little rain? 
–Chris