Walking home from work today, I was noting all the things that had been trying to bloom just a couple weeks ago.  We had this very warm snap for a couple of weeks here in Baltimore, and now it’s below freezing again.  I passed a honeysuckle bush that was covered in blossoms, all shriveled and wilting now in the bitter cold.  I felt sorry for them.  There you are, a little bud sleeping.  And one day the warmth and sunshine wakens you, beckons you out, and you open up, extend your color to the world.  And then it starts getting cold.  Hey…where’s my summer…???  But you don’t know that there is no summer here.  And then the ice comes.