In fact, it's in the mid-70s. Earlier this afternoon I sat out on the patio, leaned back in a chair, closed my eyes and let the sun beat down on my face for several long minutes. What bliss! Then I opened my eyes, took a good look at Levi and Gimpy, and marched them one by one to the driveway, where I could hose the mud off their legs without creating more of it in the yard.
The man who cuts my grass called yesterday to ask when I'd like him to start again. We agreed I'd call him when everything dries up enough that his lawn tractor won't get bogged down. As expensive as lawn maintenance is, right this minute I'm looking forward to the kind of weather that hits me hard in the pocketbook.
Remind me of that when I start complaining about heat, humidity, and grass allergies, would you? Until then, these birds and I will sing in praise of warmer days.
Beautiful photos! I can't wait until spring springs.
ReplyDeleteAnnette, thanks! We've been getting a warm day here, another one there, then a cold one to remind us why we're so desperate for spring. I'm beginning to think some geeky college kids have hacked into the weather system and are playing around with the Polar Vortex.
DeleteMother did some serious gardening today. I know by that it is warmer. Here in Cali, the weather dropped into the 60s and I took to my heated bed yesterday... I know, I'm a wimp!
ReplyDeleteHolly, your mother's energy amazes me. Yesterday it was 81 degrees here, but I haven't taken my electric blanket off the bed yet. It's a good thing, too; I may need it again tonight.
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