In oh-so-sly, reverse-mockery fashion.
Today is the third day in a row since I posted my last entry that the sky has been eye-shatteringly blue. The air, filled with the mild sweet kisses of actual spring-breeze temperatures. I have been wooed from the tweedy, scarf-wrapped depths of my winter-wear. I am forced to consider the possibilities of mucking out the planting beds in the yard this weekend...
If this continues, I might have to retract my previous April-bashing statements in their entirety.
Now do you see what I meant about April's cruel mockery? Huh? Huh??
Right. I thought you might.
Now, if you will excues me, I must go forth and bask defiantly in all that haughty, scoffing sunshine.