Spring's welcome return

Yes, it's lame to write about the weather. But, great God, how wonderful this evening has been, especially after the dreadful spate of recent days more evocative of Exodus than Eden.

Out front, the doors are open, with the sound of lawnmowers buzzing through from all over the neighborhood. Out the back door, we're draining the winter sludge from hot tub, readying it for a hoped-for weather-friendly Saturday night soak.

To stay inside where it's warm, or outside where it's fresh. We leave it to Hannibal, the younger house cat, to decide: Ready, set, go!

Comments

[Dalene]

Hey wait. I write about the weather. Oh. I just posted a journal entry about March and April. Uh oh. Dalene

[Worldwide Pablo]

You're exempt!

[Dalene, your weather "reports" are poems. Keep them coming.]

[Dalene]

In a few weeks, I will be one year on the other side of 50, I must be feeling fragile. Thanks for the exemption. I keep hanging onto the needle of the Coolness Meter, but it keeps bending and I keep falling off. As always, I enjoy reading your blog. You know I am a fan.