Yesterday's high temperatures were in the 30's. If you had told me that 32 degrees would be cause for celebration anytime before this month, I would have laughed at you. As it was, I did sort of celebrate-by finally taking my Christmas decorations off the front porch. The celebration didn't include balloons or fun party favors but, it did end with a clear porch, so...yeah.
I have clearly forgotten how to celebrate.
Anywaaayy...Christmas is officially done and away. Oh, except for one lone ornament that I must have overlooked; it's still hanging on the porch. I'll get to it another time and I'll still be months ahead of the time that it generally takes Hugh to remove the last of the Christmas lights. Not that I'm competing with him or anything, I'm just saying.
In addition to spurring me to clear the porch, the sudden rise in temperature also got me in a serious jonesing for summertime. Hell, I'd even settle for springtime, I just need some sunny days and a chance to wear cute sandals with capri pants. Is that really so much to ask?
Plus, I planted something like 200 tulip, crocus and daffodil bulbs in October and I'm anxious to see if they bloom. Too bad we still have at least two more months before that can even begin to happen, warmer temperatures or not.