Tuesday, April 10, 2018


April is typically a glorious month in the South. Warm breezes, April showers, blooms ready to burst into May flowers, the smell of barbecue chicken on the grill, and the squeals of delight as children run barefoot through the grass, dodging fire ant hills. Although, when we were little our mama would have laid a cane stalk on our behinds if we had even considered taking our shoes off before May 1st.
It goes without saying that you would freeze your patootie off if you tried any of these outdoor endeavors right now. It was snowing in my neck of the woods this week. Snowing!
I’m still scraping ice off my windshield in the morning and wearing shirts with sleeves during the day. I have yet to pull out my beloved tank tops and flip flops and parade around in capris.
Nor have I even considered a weekend trip to the coast. I shiver just thinking about how cold the ocean would be.
I am, however, going on a cruise at the end of the month. Lawd, I need a vacation! I’m not ashamed to admit that I enjoy having someone pamper me for a change and, yes, I do tip accordingly.
Anyway, I just paid to have my propane tank filled, even though I had hoped the thermostat could be switched to off by now, a few days shy of mid April. Nope, she’s cranked up to 70 degrees.
I know doctor’s frown upon prescribing hormones these days, but I’m convinced that Mother Nature needs a dose of estrogen to ward off her hot flashes. If something isn’t done, I have a feeling that it’s going to be one hell of a summer.
Happy Spring, friends.


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