Erica Lucke Dean

"Making the world a better place, one book at a time."

spring, we meet again.

This has been the strangest spring I've encountered since the year Star Wars hit the big screen. Of course, when I say strange, I'm not referring to Stormtroopers or Death Stars. I'm talking about the weather.

I am completely convinced someone has a weather machine and they're messing with us...and laughing. One day it's cold, the next it's hot. Today, it's only 57 degrees out. The low is expected to be 37 tonight. Then tomorrow, it's supposed to be almost 80. It's no wonder I'm sick with fluctuations like that. And then there's the rain. Rain. Rain. Rain. So much for drought this year. The river is swollen and ready to pop. The weeds are growing like...well, like weeds. And I hear it's still snowing up north. This just can't be right, can it?

I suppose I shouldn't complain. That just means it'll be a while before air conditioning is mandatory. And I must admit. I'm not a huge fan of the blistering heat. I guess I'll have to deal with the erratic spring weather, alternating between being wrapped in a parka and sweating to death.

Now I just need to figure out if there's a way I can spin this so the groundhog is to blame. I mean, we haven't blamed him for anything in months. It's about time, don't you think?

Until the next time...I'll be trying to decide what to wear.

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