The weather has taken a turn for the crappy.
It was just a few weeks ago that the weather-folk were going on (and on) about some sort of "Bermuda Ridge" (apparently the opposite of the "Polar Vortex;" obscure weather phenomena only recently "named") and the promise of an early and warm spring.
Now, I don't usually pay overmuch attention to the weather-folk. (Because biggest hype-machines ever.) But I do tend to get a little excited when they start to throw around terms like . . .
get ready for a hot one
We've got snow. Frigid temperatures. And no end in sight.
(Bermuda Ridge my a$$.)
I'm trying to adjust my attitude. But, man. It is hard. Because March . . . was warm and pleasant.
I started working in my garden here and there - preparing.
I got my bike all ready to go.
Shoot . . . I even got my flip-flops out.
(Really, though. I should know better by now.)
Lucky for me, these guys are hanging in there . . . and giving me something to smile about.