There’s sparsity here for good reason. It isn’t because I was out of state a couple days last week. It’s the weather. If I can sit on my deck and read in the evening wearing a t-shirt and shorts on March 13, things are good wonderful. And, supposedly, there’s more in store.
Knowing March and April can quickly turn cruel, I plan on enjoying it as much as possible now. My only concern is what The Displaced Plainsman brought to my attention — potentially THE sign 2012 is the year of the apocalypse.
In the spring I have counted one hundred and thirty-six different kinds of weather inside of four and twenty hours.
Mark Twain
Ha, ha! THE Sign is right!
I can never remember which Mark Twain book contained no weather. He explained that he was sick of all those long paragraphs about weather, so he included a resource in the back of the book with a variety of weathers. Twain said that if the reader felt there was a place in the book that really needed weather, she could go to the back, find what seemed appropriate, and read it into the story.
Mark Twain cracks me up! Such an excellent writer. What book is that in? Do you know?
It is from a speech Twain gave to The New England Society in 1876. It is available in various Twain collections, including some in the public domain available online.