Spring

In contrast to the eternity several weeks of on-again/off-again rainy, bone-chilling weather, the past two or three days have been heavenly, if your definition of heaven includes bright sunshine, warm temperatures, low humidity and absolutely no ants mosquitoes.

In addition to these very welcome changes, the colors of Nature are evolving from drab winter gray to vibrant green.

If the picture above were taken three--even two--weeks ago, the following would apply:

1. There would be nothing green.

2. There'd be no sailboat.

3. There'd be no human beings outside--none on a sailboat and most certainly none huddled behind a tree taking pictures of other people on a sailboat while hoping those sailboat people don't spot me her trying to take pictures of them their boat. (This sentence is being nominated for the longest, most grammatically incorrect sentence of the year, and so far it's a very strong contender for first place.)

Yes, this weekend was absolutely wonderful weather wise. I even managed to go sea glass hunting again and came up with some really incredible finds, including one green bottle that had a Gloucester, Virginia, mark on it. More on these (and the arrowhead CB Daughter found) later on when I have a minute to breathe get done with the work week, with cutting grass, with fending off ants, and attending sporting events.

Today, though, it was almost 95 degrees in the shade and there was a bucket full hint of humidity in the air. Also, because I don't ever turn the air conditioner on until September much later in the spring, the house was rather hot when I came home from work. My prehistoric computer's fan was whirling and clanking, and that usually means it's overheating and will require mouth to mouse resuscitation unless I turn it off for a few months hours to give it a rest.

Our entire spring season consisted of weeks of cold, dreary rain, followed by two spectacular days this past weekend, immediately followed by heat and humidity starting today. We rarely get a decent spring, it's usually winter one day, and Sahara desert hot the next.

And this entire post consisted of lengthy run-on sentences and an inability to stop doing the daggone strike through thing, I really think I'm obsessed rambling, disjointed thoughts. It's all because I can't concentrate over the din of my computer's fan and need to hurry and queue this post up before I have to call 9-1-1 for the computer and wine-one-one for me.