If you are a regular reader here at 23B
(although the phrase "regular" in this usage could be debated for days, but I digress)
you know that for lack of anything else I often sit look outside (unless I am already outside then I just look)
and try to figure out what is going on with our weather.
You see, after hoping and wishing and even pondering for quite a while for something that would, in these parts at least, resemble conditions that we could, with some accuracy call be"Winter"
I just gave up.
There was no hope.
I tried to just focus (as much as someone with extreme astigmatism can) on what a nice Spring it was.
But alas, no sooner had I squared my shoulders and turned to welcome the Spring with an open heart
not a lot
but enough to throw me into a quandary.
Fortunately I have new running shoes
And as everyone knows, when things get weird
As for the weather,
The trees are blooming
the grass in the backyard is up to my knees
the pollen count is off the chart
In the dead of winter
spring has come.
I tried to talk to the trees
"a little early to be throwing out buds dude!"
I sat the local bee collective down on their multi legged,
head, thorax and abdomen super structures
and suggested a brief break from their business
But as it turns out there is no arguing with bees.
Birds either for that matter.
So today, at the short end of what will be a long Febuary
It's going to be a nice Spring day
With maybe Fall like off shore winds.
Go Rock Lobster