If one word had to sum up this spring (in addition to cold and wet), it would be waiting. Waiting for the temperatures to warm. Waiting for the snow to disappear. (Did you know there are still some patches of snow remaining on the ridge just north of the Bight?) Waiting for the trillium fields to mature. Waiting for the cherry blossoms to pop. But a quiet drive along the bay returned me to the present as I watched cloud formations and light change throughout the afternoon.