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Every year it seems to me I hear complaints about spring. It is either "late" or "unusually cold," "abnormally dry" or "fantastically wet," for no one is ever willing to admit that there is no such thing as a normal spring.

Thalassa Cruso (1990). “The Gardening Year”, Lyons Press
Every year it seems to me I hear complaints about spring. It is either late or unusually cold, abnormally dry or fantastically wet, for no one is ever willing to admit that there is no such thing as a normal spring.