In the spring I have counted one hundred and thirty-six different kinds of weather inside of four and twenty hours.
Appropriately, Mark Twain was from Missouri. A state where it’s possible to get a sunburn and frostbite in the same day.
It’s official. I realized this week that I have spring fever. Those 70+F days that tease us into thinking winter is gone has jump started my internal seasonal clock.
* Yesterday was the Spring Equinox in the northern hemisphere. And not a moment too soon as we all emerge winter weary from our parkas and boots. Sadly, weekend temps are slated to drop back into the 40F range. Boo.
* A quick check of the perimeter shows a few promising signs of spring. The daffs and hyacinths are up but not sharing any of their color yet. The redbud tee is also tight-lipped and refusing to swell its buds. But there’s a hint (a very light one) of green in the grass. Or, is it just my imagination? Not sure.
* Peanut and her daddy are spending his spring break from college visiting family in Louisiana. It’s been very, very quiet at our house this week. And as odd as it sounds, I can’t wait for the organized chaos to begin again when she hits the door.
* I gave blood yesterday afternoon. I’m the Red Cross’s favorite flavor, 0-negative. That means I’m a universal donor for any blood type. Which is great if you’re a person in need of blood. Unfortunately, if I need blood, I can only have 0-neg. I try and get in there as often as I can, and can fill a bag in 7 minutes flat. I have great veins. And, fortunately, am not afraid of needles.
* Then puppers need baths….badly. I did brush them last weekend in the glorious, almost 80F weather. Twix napped in the shade while the puppers jockeyed for position between my feet. They would butt each other out of the way so I could brush them. No joke.
Those are my random finds for the week. Hope yours was a good one.