Green Belt

Mid-way through April, and after a week where the temperature rose to 29C, we now face this:
The tentacles of consistency spawn from a human desire for predictability, and lead us to planning so we might control our environment. When faced with an inconsistency, after the panic, the question might be why? Followed by does it matter?
He (winter) lingered until today, pushed away abruptly by he (summer) who is predicted to make an appearance, as signalled by a high of 18C and a message from Weed Man informing they will also arrive to fertilize the lawn.
Walking home last week and I was reminded of the old adage for March is in like a lion, out like a lamb. Hopeful but not reliable.