Yup – it’s a terrible idea. I’m doing it anyway: I officially have Spring Fever. It’s simply unavoidable, even when I try to keep my expectations in check. For instance, I fully anticipated that today would be a not-so-fantastic day, weatheritudinally (what, that’s not a word?). And it wasn’t. At first. It started out with a thick fog layer that hung around all morning. Just when the day began to look like a wash, the sun came out and brushed all the clouds aside.
I stopped working around 3pm just to go enjoy the afternoon sun and the chirping birds. (Nevermind that I just now called it a day from where I dug back into my jobly tasks.) I took stock of all the plants that are waking their way out of dormancy. I even put the snow-blower back in its summer storage. Sure, I might be daring Old Man Winter to return for one last shebang, or five, but man-oh-man is the weather a gift right now. And I know better than to look a gift horse in the mouth.