Supposedly it's spring.
No really. It's April 15 (have you sent in your taxes yet?), which means the official first day of spring was almost a full month ago. Here in the deep south, we're usually experiencing 90 degree weather by now, with 87 percent humidity. I kid you not.
I am not lamenting the lack of 90-degree-days. I am, however, lamenting the fact that we have to have the heat on in our house right now. And all that fun we've had taking walks and playing outside and wearing elastic skirts and flip-flops has been crushed by fifty-five degrees and windy. I feel like this is downright frigid! And a crime!
I feel like I waited for spring all winter, just to have it robbed from me. I'm just thankful it's coming back post haste... and I hope that it stays, since we're going to start planting our garden this weekend.
In spite of the fact that I'm having to wear real shoes and long pants today, I am delighted because I'm going to be spending lunch today with Michael...and then running around to make some deliveries to friends. Always an exciting prospect!
And in honor of the warmer weather to come... some warm weather pictures from last week: