Wednesday, March 30, 2022

The last blast after the last last blast


It ain't over 'til it's over.

It's not unusual to have frigid windy snowy days in late March, it's just unusual to have so many of them with beautiful sunny springy days in between.

Perhaps it was too early to put the tropical print seat cushion back out on the chair. The wind blew it over, and Cyrus left his mark just so I would know it was his. 

Don on the Hill and I just sat out there last week and had a beer to celebrate the arrival of the beer-drinking, goat-cheese-and-crackers days of spring—mosquitoes and all!

No worries. IPAs are in the fridge waiting for the next warm spell. I am very sure it will be here soon.
 

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