The weather can't decide what it will be. Thank goodness for all the spring rain, which has filled up our needy reservoirs and made the grass green (if not unwieldy and jungle-y). We are those neighbors. The ones who really need to mow our lawn already.
But there was a day last week, when spring was clearly upon us. I drove home from work with the car windows open and music turned up.
In the very least, daylight savings turned our evenings dusky and hinting of summer.
Soon.
My season will be here.
Sunshine. Beach. Grilling out late at night. Whir of cicadas. Summer Fridays at work (sanctioned departure at noon every other week). And this year: my 30th.
I can't wait.
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"My season will be here."
You know, I think that is so true for you. Summer is most definitely your season.
And you do it so well :)
I am looking forward to *your* season too! Oh, sunshine!! :)
I'm ready for summer too. Anything that will end the rain!
Your 30's will be so much better than your 20's. If, that is, my experience is something like a rule....
This is Rebecca and that last was Rebecca. It's early and I didn't notice I was being Bill there for a minute. Sorry. But I think that Bill would also agree that the 30's are infinitely better than the 20's. Not that his experience is the rule, either, but there you are.
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