Is it really April that’s the cruelest month? Because we’re a solid week into May and the weather is still teasing me with one nice day followed by several chilly, rainy ones (and a forecast that is bumming me out). I am a warm weather fanatic. I have big Vespa-riding plans but once we start dipping below 62° it’s just too chilly for me to ride comfortably.
I keep telling myself I need to hold on just another week . . . or two . . . and we’ll be firmly into gorgeous, eat-outside-all-the-time, good-riding weather. In the meantime, those random teaser days with temps in the 70s have provided lots of little signs of spring, (some of them true for everyone, some just for parents) that help me realize spring really is here, even if it’s not providing the consistently higher temperatures I long for.
1. It must be spring because I am finding weird shit outside, not just inside.
|Who's more excited? This guy for getting to mow the lawn or Dad for having someone that really wants to mow the lawn? Might be a toss-up.