Springtime, which isn't quite here yet

There is a moment in Tess of the D'Urbervilles where Tess is falling in love with Angel. They work together on a dairy farm and everyone knows that someone must be falling in love because the cream keeps curdling (or something like that). But still, someones heart was changing and nature refused to behave the way it was supposed to.

April 15 is a day that in my mind says spring. March comes in like a lion and goes out like a lamb, but April is definitely supposed to be spring. And yet here I am, in Houghton, cold. On April 6 we had snow. On April 13 it was raining and a chilly forty degrees. Even today, it peak at a high 45 and people started putting on shorts. Spring has yet to come to Houghton, and my bones are telling me that it should be here already.

But there aren't any green leaves on the trees and there isn't any fresh grass on the ground. Nature seems strangely unwilling to burst into action this year. Why? Could it be something like that event in Tess of the D'Urbervilles? Could there be someone who is unwilling to accept something that their heart is telling them? Could that person be me?