It’s the second of April, and I actually got hit in the eye with a small pellet of ice this morning.
It’s a perfectly lovely day.
I’m not being facetiously, actually… it’s overcast and nippy, I have Eurasia Cafe coffee and John Watson tea, and I’ll be listening to my Audible copy of “The Hobbit” while I work.
I may even snag a cookie (or ten) and let my space heater sear a pattern onto my legs.
There’s something about the gloomy weather that I find rather soothing. I can appreciate the sun, but at my soul, I’m more of a blanket and fireplace kind-of person… two things that are quite unwelcome in 90 degree weather.
Much as I normally love the advent of spring, I really can’t complain too much about the lingering winter weather, since I was full on GYPPED over Christmas.
There was no white Christmas here… plenty of flakes, but no snow.
For those of you who were rejoicing over that unseasonably warm state of affairs, this is for you.
This is what we call payback round these here parts.
You mess with the bull, you get icy drizzle with your Easter candy.
Whilst I snuggle in, working away, sleepily content, I take pleasure in knowing that this year, YOU WILL BE CONTENT WITH THE SEASONS WHEN THEY ARE SUPPOSED TO HAPPEN!!!
YOU WILL NOT KICK UP A FUSS WHEN IT WANTS TO SNOW IN DECEMBER!!
YOU WILL REMEMBER MY WORDS, AND YOU WILL BE THANKFUL!!
That said, I’m planning on being whiny and miserable when the summer heat rolls around.
It’s like being buried alive in hot lava.