i threw open the windows, slipped on a pair of flip-flops, made some iced tea, put my hair in a ponytail, and started to attack the cobwebs on the screened porch with a broom. ah, summer.
but wait. it's not summer at all. today we're back to chilly. quite nippy. snow in the forecast!
that was last week, last week was summer, and those wonderful "summer" days with temps in the 60's, 70's and 80's were so much more than just a taste of summer, they were so much more than just a tease—they had me downright confused. they tricked me into believing it really was summer. it was like a button or something had been turned or pressed in my mind and when it clicked it sent me reeling and lurching over into a false summer mode.
one or two unseasonably warm days won't do that, but six or seven of them will. the balmy weather that didn't belong in maine in march almost —but not quite—had me convinced that i could skip april and may and move right into june. those days really messed me up.
but today it's back to reality.
the spiders will be pleased to discover i've decided to stop my vigorous sweepings and leave their dusty, silken tangles alone.
for now.
until the real summer weather gets here.
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Hell, I forgot about April and May, too! Until March clamored back up the hill and set us all straight. Dang. It'll get here... in due time. And I'll be batting at the spidies, too. ;)
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