Wikipedia says the dog days of summer are the days in July and August that are characterized by the warmest summer temperatures. The Old Farmers Almanac thinks the dog days are the days from July 3rd through August 11th - the days with the least rainfall. The Dog Days originally were the days when Sirius rose just before or at the same time as sunrise. The Romans sacrificed a brown dog at the beginning of the Dog Days to appease the rage of Sirius, believing that the star was the cause of the hot, sultry weather. There are many definitions of the dog days of summer but they all mean the same to me - the bad days of summer. If that's true then surely there can be bad (or dog) days of Spring and I think we're in them right now.
We all think of spring with such poignant longing. We dream of the fragrant flowers on trees, shrubs, and flower beds, the green grass, and the tender little leaves bursting into full beautiful green trees. Its surely the most gorgeous time of the year. That's the Spring we dream of. And this is the Spring we get.
In the meantime we have to look for signs of things to come and the good news is that they're out there.
The koi are starting to stick their noses out of the never frozen pond and nibble at the algae collected on the edge.
The boy birds have become very interested in the girl birds.
The daffodils and helleboros are sporting buds.
Anyway, it's all proof that Spring is coming. I've been comforting myself for weeks now with this theory that our expectations are just too high.
And now Harry announces that he just read that it's official. Spring is running about six week late this year. sigh