Is it acceptable to admit to a certain climate-related schizophrenia? I, too, am eager for spring green, and its first tiny signs are a thrill, just as the first time the thermometer hits 60 degrees always feels like a harbinger of summer. But when the sun is out and the air is warm 5 months hence, I know I'll occasionally miss rainy January days tucked under the fuzzy red throw, cozy and content. reading the Saturday away with nary a shred of guilt. As wintering comes to an end, I expect I'll sigh as we put the red throw away, and I'll wonder if I have enough line for the weed whacker. I'm gonna need it.
Is it acceptable to admit to a certain climate-related schizophrenia? I, too, am eager for spring green, and its first tiny signs are a thrill, just as the first time the thermometer hits 60 degrees always feels like a harbinger of summer. But when the sun is out and the air is warm 5 months hence, I know I'll occasionally miss rainy January days tucked under the fuzzy red throw, cozy and content. reading the Saturday away with nary a shred of guilt. As wintering comes to an end, I expect I'll sigh as we put the red throw away, and I'll wonder if I have enough line for the weed whacker. I'm gonna need it.
Aw thanks for the feature!! Still absorbing my own wisdom here for this week too... 🥰✨