Spring is slowly transitioning into summer.
At least the calendar is telling me that summer is approaching.
The rainstorms have their side of the story,
and the oh so sweet strawberries gently argue their side.
I have faith they'll get it all worked out, and the berries and summer will rule the day.
Until then, my needles will be busy, my tummy full, and my complaints few as I wait it out.
Long stormy spring-time, wet contentious April,
winter chilling the lap of very May;
but at length the season of summer does come.