Not every story has a silver lining; but they can all have silver pants.
The wild flowers are blossoming and birds are chirping happily from every tree in our garden. The sun is shining and I must decide if I should wear 30 SPF or 50 SPF before I go outside. The breeze feels warm, like a fuzzy little kitten brushing against my arms and my morning coffee taste so much better. 24 hours later gray clouds are throwing big chunks of icy water at my face and my toes are pastel blue, which is very trendy for spring on for example a jacket. No amount of coffee can wake me up from this slumber that is a Norwegian spring. The fireplace is keeping me warm(er), but it feels like December all over again; with the smell of dying pine embers and those oh so Christmassy crackling noises.