SUMMER AT SPRINGTIME

by Earlie Doriman

A very beautiful feel of summer at springtime in England

It is disappointing to find yourself so unable to think spontaneously, you would love to write but you just could not start a smart line. I mean, there are times when you feel so absorbed to engage in an interesting subject, you want to go deeper into the topic, yet found yourself jammed in a poorly organized first paragraph. The more you go over the sentences again and again, the more they become senseless and frustrating. But the good thing though, after leaving this piece for two days, I am able to collect the better bits of what I was supposed to share.

As they say, England has indeed a strange weather, unpredictable, frustrating, distracting, and simply different. When it is suppose to be bright and sunny, it would rain. There is no assurance of a summer too because if it would not rain, the sun might just be hiding in oblivion. To my recollection, in 2008 we snowed really hard at Easter Sunday which was a lot odd. The following years were fair. It used to snow in January, but last winter it started in November. There are good days though to be happy about.