i mean, c'mon springtime. a few rain showers, a blush of oddly-timed blossoms, and i'm supposed to swoon?
i want sentiment, not just broad strokes. give me a sign that i'm wrong and i'll walk on. this pee pee dance back and forth between chilly windswept overcast and searing sunbeam with patches of cloud-cover is very disheartening.
i believe i am uninterested and remain unimpressed.
you tried your very best, and with a week and some change to go, it may be time to give it your all, or let summer step in and usher you off stage.
in any case, looking forward to what flavor of beauty may possibly be bestowed.