Ah, the weekend.
None for me really; which means I should be diligently working in the yard, whippng it into shape, planting tomatoes and squash–you know, the usual. Alas, there’s no way of knowing if the weather will hold up. The only thing I’m taking from this is perhaps it will rain–then perhaps my allergies will simmer it down. Criminy! They’ve been wretched this year. But that’s spring for you.
Let this be a warning–be not cocky in regards to allergies. When I was young, my dad would come in from working outside, sneezing uncontrollably and dabbing his eyes as though crying. Being I experienced no allergies of my own, I thought it hilarious. Well, I’ll tell you now, there’s nothing funny about it. It’s a sad, sad state of affairs.
But I digress.
Needless to say, I wish you nothing but the good things of spring–blue skies and sunshine, flowers and friends. May there be at least one day with perfect weather and time for a lazy stroll through the beauty of it all . . . minus the beastly repercussions.
A weekend of happy endings to you!