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.