I'm sure what I'm about to write won't go over to well with some readers. That's fine. I'm sure I sound like a grumpy old man who is shaking his fist. I've come to terms with that. Maybe I just hate fun. Maybe.
The first long weekend of the summer is upon us, and once again I need to complain.
Cottagers punctuate my perfect peace and congest my daily activities.
Once again, I long for the work week to return, and better yet, Labour Day.
I find the days passing so fast lately, and I hardly have time to sit down and write. Or think, for that matter.
I have five more weeks before my due date, and things are feeling pretty busy right now.
The greening of the land has begun - leaves are springing out on the trees and with the next few days of rain fore casted, the grass and other plants will start growing very quickly.
I hope that you are enjoying these lovely days that spring has finally bestowed upon us. Right now everything is alive with possibility, all is fresh and green, but soon enough the summer heat will be here. Enjoy these last few weeks of spring while you can.
It snowed last night. It's snowing again as I write this.
In early spring, I had patience for the cold, snowy weather while those around me moaned and complained, but my patience is now wearing thin. I am ready for warm temperatures! Gentle breezes! Open windows!
I feel like I should be gearing up for Christmas with the weather that we are having. The only hints of spring are in the bulbs coming up, some early perennial growth, fat buds on some trees and, of course, puddles.
I keep telling myself that when the warmer weather does arrive, I will appreciate all that much more..but when will that be?!