Dead Like Dead, Dead

Wow. I mean, WOW.

St. Louis and its mercurial springtimes are, by now, familiar to me. I am more or less used to Aprils where the tulips are bent under the weight of a slushy, wet snowfall. That said, though, I don’t ever recall a year as bizarre as this. For while this started as perhaps the earliest and warmest spring I can remember, not only has it gotten colder, but we seem to have effectively returned to the end of February.

A series of hard freezes have effectively killed the little baby leaves on all the trees. Whereas 10 days ago everything was exquisite and perfect and green, now it’s all dead. Dead. Dead. Very dead. Dead like hope, dead. Bleh.