Spring is that one friend who texts “On my way!” but hasn’t even put their shoes on. We've all been there… waiting… shivering.

I stood at my chest this morning, staring blankly at my winter sweaters and spring tops, completely paralyzed by indecision. Ah yes, welcome to Sprinter... that in-between season (although I like winter... haha, enough minus temperatures in this so-called spring season!) where I've been burned too many times by wishful thinking.

My sister, who lives on the West Coast, has had green grass and things budding since mid-March...

A friend told me this:

"Hi Danna

When I used to lived in The Netherlands many years ago, there used to be a saying for this month that goes like this: “April doet wat hij wil”… which is practically a day like today. Warm and spring-like one day and winter the next. I suppose that we should get used to such drastic changes happening every day in today's world just like April's weather."

Just last week, I confidently packed away my winter coat after some spring-ish days, only to find myself shivering in a freak snowstorm, wearing nothing but a light jacket and pure regret. My poor Galanthus poked their heads out during that warm spell, and now they’re giving me accusing looks from beneath their frosty caps. “You told us it was safe to come out,” they seem to say.

Meanwhile, my weather station has the audacity to show sunshine, snow, and rain... all within the same 24 hours. Is it any wonder I’ve started keeping both sunglasses and mitts in my car? Sprinter isn’t just a season... it’s a trust issue!

But honestly, there’s something weirdly comforting about collectively grumbling about the weather while secretly enjoying the dramatic suspense of never knowing what tomorrow might bring.

Stuck between snowflakes and sunbeams, Sprinter has us all second-guessing our wardrobes. I don’t get 🤣 this spring, I mean Sprinter weather, but hey, at least Plants Get Me. 🌱🧦