To the superstitious, pardon my use of the f-word in the title of this article. I intend no pun. I’m just anxious for spring to sweep away a very odd winter. This has been an extremely warm and snowless one and now with the pandemic altering how we work and live I’m impatient for good weather to get me out of the house and make the world more interesting.
I’m tired of tv and the internet and want some real things to see and do. I read that the Vernal Equinox will be March 19th. This is the earliest it’s been in 124 years. I guess that has something to do with this being a leap year. So, this is the last week of winter. In honor of that I’ll go out today and get a few photos of leaves budding and flowers sprouting and anything else that says spring.
Meanwhile I think I’ll look for some cheerful topics to write on. I’m pretty bored with doom and gloom. I’ll search for some activities that I haven’t been able to do since last year. And that will put me in a better mood for writing. So, excuse me for a while. I’ll be back later this morning to see what new catastrophe has descended upon us. But until then you all have my permission to go have some latest winter fun.