Mar 16, 2009 21:28
I think it's almost spring. I can't tell for sure, because everything is different here. It hardly ever snowed at my guardian's house, even in the wintriest parts of winter, but it's much colder and snowier and just wintrier here at Hogwarts. I suppose that's because it's much further north.
I suppose if I were more advanced at Herbology, I would be able to tell about spring from the plants. I mean, the part before it's really obvious. Or in a few years if I take the class about animals, perhaps I'll be able to tell by the behavior of animals. As it is, I can only tell by how the air feels when I walk outside. I like to walk down by the lake, even though the damp and cold are probably bad for me. I saw a bird by the lake the other day, and it looked like a very spring-like bird. I couldn't tell you exactly why it looked like a spring-like bird, but if I pay attention I'm sure I shall learn. Perhaps it was just a cheerful bird. Spring always seems like a cheerful season.
There. Now I don't need to be guilty about not writing in my journal. One of the prefects said it was important to write, but no one ever said what to write about. But it is always proper to talk about the weather.