Finally he and his entourage broke camp and left town right before dawn where he staged a cataclysmic display of pig-headedness when he slammed knee-to-chin with a newly developed, Spring-like warm front! This Seasonal Skirmish occurs once every two hundred thirty-nine years when one of the Seasons retires and manages one last stand with a weakening cold front refusing to quietly make way for the warm weather of Spring culminating as the shortest blizzard in history, lasting only 1:02:19.07 or the greatest accumulation of snow at the fastest fall rate, 19.243 feet in only 1:02:19.07!
That night citizens of this small town conceded that Winter had won; broke their backs by blizzards following blizzards; rain storms to melt snow followed by freezing temperatures causing deadly ice; and finally these tortuous patterns now stretching well beyond Easter. These hearty townspeople gave up with a deep sadness empty of hope as they switched off their porch lights.
At that moment Earliest, Director of Spring’s advance team quietly rode in on a warm southernly breeze joined by the pallette of Spring’s colors. And by daybreak Daffodils sprang up like cheerleaders and Tulips plump with sunshine and vibrant, unimaginable colors so spirited as to challenge even the dourest Misanthrope. By dusk an armful of the early beguiling Crocuses, Lily of the Valley, Candytuft, Forget-me-nots, Columbine, Choral Bells, Flaming violets, Forsythia, Periwinkle, and Primrose verified Spring’s arrival.
“They must never give up hope,” Spring whispered to Earliest, “Hope is the firewood of Faith.”