you call this spring?

Well, the sun peeked out from behind a cloud for almost five mintutes today.  Mike and I ran to the window to see what the strange light in the sky was and found ourselves fighting for the spot directly in front of the glass where it was warmest. 

Those few minutes were the best I'd had in days.

The time we spent basking in the glow prompted us to jump in the car and drive to the nearest big box store to look for a wood stove insert for the fireplace.  If we are going to have to suffer through a few more days/weeks of cold, wet weather we were determined to do it with a warm fire to stand around. 

As it would seem, the big box stores are already pulling out the summer stuff.  I will have to wait until June if I want to stock up on next year's Christmas lights and wood stoves.  Oh much for that idea.  I guess we'll have to keep burning our old mail.  It's amazing how much old mail you collect when your shredder is broken.  And equally amazing how warm it gets when burning old bank statements and pay stubs.  It almost enough to make me dance to the mailbox!

But let's not exaggerate, shall we?

I heard a rumor that the rain might dry up and warm weather may move back into the area on Saturday.  It would be nice if it were true.  I won't hold my breath, but I might say a quiet little prayer just in case.

As for tomorrow?  I have nothing grand planned.  It's just another Friday, right?

Until the next time...I'll be keeping an eye out for that sunshine to make an appearance.


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Posted on April 1, 2011 .