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.
Kitty
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