Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May
And summer's lease hath far too short a date.
So go the third and fourth lines of Shakespeare's Sonnet 18, which begins with the lines "Shall I compare thee to a summer day?/Thou art more lovely and more temperate."
They've been in my mind lately as the brisk winds continue to blow and the gray clouds continue to blot out the sun. It's been one of the coolest springs on record, and is beginning to bother me — not that there's a thing I can do about it except try to see the positive side.
And that brings me back to Shakespeare. Because the buds, though shaken, are staying buds longer than usual. They aren't flowering and fading as quickly as they would if our temperatures were topping 80 each day.
A cool spring may try the patience of one who loves warm weather, but it will, for a few days at least, keep time at bay.
