We were feeling quite perky after some down time in the months of January and February. We were ready to hit our spring/summer/fall To Do List with a vengeance. (Or as I said a couple of days ago, slowly so we didn't hurt ourselves.)
Last week it felt like spring time. Okay, so the thermometer showed only readings in the 40s, but for us that was spring time. We spent the week organizing so we could begin by getting off to a running start this week.
Mother Nature obviously has a mean streak. We've been working outside this week and freezing our beezers off. Our highs for day time are just above freezing and night time lows are back down in the low 20s. This afternoon we had snow for several hours, although with a temp of 35 degrees nothing accumulated on the ground.
But this is typical March weather for us. No matter how much we would like early, warm spring weather to arrive, we have to keep in mind we haven't had our March blizzard yet. And there is rarely a year when we don't get one. Or two.
Two years ago, we got the majority of our snow for the whole winter in April. (Now there's a depressing thought.)
My dictionary defines the word fickle as likely to change, especially due to instability; erratic changeableness. Darn fickle weather.
No matter. We're tough. We'll keep at it since we are accomplishing tasks on our list. Besides, what's another month of wearing long johns? And slight cases of frostbite?
Sheep inside, outside, downside, upside
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