I have been singing songs in my head all day

[eruthros]

They all go something like this:

I aaaaam sitting on my porch, I am sitting on my porch, it is sixty-one degrees out, I am sitting on my porch!
I aaaaam not taking my coat, I am not taking my coat, it is sixty-one degrees out, I am not taking my coat.

I suspect that this is only a fake-spring -- it was eight degrees at night only four days ago -- but oh how glorious it is! It is easier to read, and to run errands, when I can do the first on the porch, and the second without layering up. I declare it the end of winter. Now, bring on the spinach and the rhubarb and the asparagus!

Comments

[toft-froggy.livejournal.com]

IT'S FIFTEEN DEGREES HERE! YAY FAKE SPRING!

[eruthros]

If only it were real spring and there were real spinach! I am sad that my fake spring only comes with imaginary vegetables.

[toft-froggy.livejournal.com]

Well, there is still real spinach. But it's not spring spinach.

[gawlfor.livejournal.com]

I am ALL about the end of winter. Although I too sadly think it's only fake spring. I'm ready for no snow anymore, ever.

[eruthros]

I don't mind the snow as much as the wind and the cold, here -- we had a couple of 8* days last week. UGH.

[gawlfor.livejournal.com]

Maybe I'm weird but I'd take an 8˚ day without snow over a 32˚ day with snow... Then again, I drive, and Waltham is really bad at plowing the sidewalks.

[eruthros]

Ah! yes, that makes a difference -- I walk most places, so the snow doesn't bother me much, but ice and 8* weather does. And wind, ugh.