One must make allowances for April. As we take a twenty-plus degree plunge back into the forties, I try not to compare and contrast this to yesterday's sunny and warm weather. Never mind -- a month ago I would have felt jubilant if we simply crept over the freezing point.
Breakfast is in the sun room, but the wisps of sunshine are far and few and I had to compensate by bringing in the daffodils.
But if the weather can't oblige, you can ignore it and concentrate on all the other good points to the day. For example, my wonderful friend is in town and this is just too perfect, as it's been a very long time since I could sit down, cup of tea in hand and just spill out those words that often lay dormant until you're with someone who knows you inside out.
Snowdrop offers another great opportunity for boosting the worth of a day beyond its weather coordinates.
She is at the farmhouse again...
("grandma, I'm skeptical about this story...")
...and she smiles, grabs, chortles and I do all that right back at her. (Why grab the small, when you can grab the big? Like her friend Penguin, for example?)
Ed says we look adorable chortling at each other, but I think he's just never been around a grandma chortling along with her granddaughter, so his range of comparisons is small.
I tell him he looks pretty adorable with her on his chest.
Less smooth is our daily excursion out with the stroller: I have a warm jacket for Snowdrop and I take out the blanket once more and she is so primed for that walk of ours...
But the wind is too strong and after the nth time of adjusting the blanket around her after a gust of wind causes it to fly up and away, I give up. We return home. On my way in, I introduce her again to the cheepers, who for some reason are waiting at the walkway for our return.
And here's something remarkable: I notice (though I doubt that she notices) the first blooming daffodil in the garden! That's nearly two weeks earlier than last year!
We are on schedule for a timely progression of spring weather.
Even as the rest of the afternoon and evening are spent indoors.
Snowdrop is just fine with that!
Breakfast is in the sun room, but the wisps of sunshine are far and few and I had to compensate by bringing in the daffodils.
But if the weather can't oblige, you can ignore it and concentrate on all the other good points to the day. For example, my wonderful friend is in town and this is just too perfect, as it's been a very long time since I could sit down, cup of tea in hand and just spill out those words that often lay dormant until you're with someone who knows you inside out.
Snowdrop offers another great opportunity for boosting the worth of a day beyond its weather coordinates.
She is at the farmhouse again...
("grandma, I'm skeptical about this story...")
...and she smiles, grabs, chortles and I do all that right back at her. (Why grab the small, when you can grab the big? Like her friend Penguin, for example?)
Ed says we look adorable chortling at each other, but I think he's just never been around a grandma chortling along with her granddaughter, so his range of comparisons is small.
I tell him he looks pretty adorable with her on his chest.
Less smooth is our daily excursion out with the stroller: I have a warm jacket for Snowdrop and I take out the blanket once more and she is so primed for that walk of ours...
But the wind is too strong and after the nth time of adjusting the blanket around her after a gust of wind causes it to fly up and away, I give up. We return home. On my way in, I introduce her again to the cheepers, who for some reason are waiting at the walkway for our return.
And here's something remarkable: I notice (though I doubt that she notices) the first blooming daffodil in the garden! That's nearly two weeks earlier than last year!
We are on schedule for a timely progression of spring weather.
Even as the rest of the afternoon and evening are spent indoors.
Snowdrop is just fine with that!
