… the birds, and the bees, and the flowers and the trees. They were all in Spring mode … until today. Now they are all in disbelief about this weather, as am I. I think this wacky weather is the price we pay for that wonderful Winter we so enjoyed. After a soggy Saturday and damp Sunday morning, I saw the sun and hurried outside hoping to get a walk in. It was only 36 degrees when I left, clad in a down coat, wool hat, muffler and mitts – mitts seemed very fitting here in the Mitten State. Not a soul was out as I went on this Sunday stroll. Gone were the cheerful hanging baskets and colorful porch pots that lined the homes along Emmons Boulevard just a few days ago, having been whisked away to the garage or basement last night. Some folks had thrown newspapers over their newly planted annuals to preserve them from the cold weather – hopefully they were successful. The birds weren’t singing as they had sore throats. The squirrels weren’t scampering because they were tucked up in their nests. I saw a few bunnies boppin’ along, well protected by their fur coats, but I bet they wished for warmer duds like these guys are sporting above. I sure hope it warms up some because the ants have returned – they “get it” … no one is picnicking as it’s much too chilly for potato salad, so might as well head into Linda’s cozy kitchen. Sigh.
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