Definitely loving cherry blossom season this year.
I must point out, however, that it is still not Spring weather, let alone April weather. April, and I'm still wearing long pants and a flannel shirt?? Ridiculous. And the weather indicates that tomorrow we'll need to build a fire in the wood stove to keep warm.
Bernie and I sat out a while this afternoon, on the back patio while Howie dried out from his bath; the pollen count is very high and the wind is thrashing every bit of plant matter about so that after an hour, one feels as though one has had allergens pounded up the nose with a jack hammer.
Now this is preferable to driving rain and temps in the 40's, to be sure. Yet I find myself longing for toasty sun and slathering of sunblock oil while reading a book under a mister. Yes, my darlings, I want it ALL.
(Also the book should be cheap so it doesn't matter if it gets warped by the mister.)
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I'm going to resist referring to Dad as "the Mister" from now on, but you do realize it's going to be difficult.
Hog.
Mister Mister? Wasn't that a band?
*snork*
Summer came to SoFL instead. You would love it here. Except for the mosquitoes who think I am meal o'choice.
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