We were at a nice function tonight when my phone buzzed and I got another “alert”: frost warning tonight.
Huh? Frost warning? What the hell? It’s May 24, for God’s sake. It’s well past time for it to warm up, already.
Sure enough, when we left the party tonight, the temperature on the car thermometer was 45 degrees and falling, and you could feel a distinct autumnal chill in the air.
Why don’t we have spring anymore? You remember that delightful season, when low temperatures were in the upper 50s and high temperatures were in the mid-70s? I’m convinced that season no longer exists. We just move abruptly from winter to summer at some random point in April or May, so within a matter of a day or two you go from wearing a coat to wearing shorts.
I miss spring.











Get a good book, stretch out on your patio furniture with a cool beverage, and read a little in the bright sunshine. Or take your current paperback to a nearby park, sprawl on the cool grass under the leafy spread of a tree, and really get into the story. Enjoy the sultry air as you reread a favorite novel and relish, anew, every beloved word. Lose track of time and lose track of everyday cares as you lose yourself in a great story.
