If Winter is an "old man," then Spring is a capricious flirt. She teased us with a couple of smiling, blue-gold days, luring us outside to enjoy her charms, but yesterday she withdrew and hid behind a fan of fog and overcast. Like a dropped hankie from a romance novel, she left behind the blossoming almond tree and the first daffodils to bloom...a promise that she'd return.
As an aside...capricious (whimsical, changeable) comes from capra, which means goat. Capricorn, caper...the goat has contributed many words to our language.
The gray day drained my incentive to do any spring cleaning, inside or out, and I holed up with a good book while Bessie Anne and the cats snoozed the day away. We'll wait for Spring.