Greetings from the land winter forgot. Spring started in February in the Pacific Northwest.
The non-stop tree orgies spread the pollen pox everywhere. Cars. Streets. Air you can chew.
Rain, shine, rain, shine, the thermometer reads 70. Rain, shine, rain, shine, weeds are everywhere.
Last weekend, I spent time in the garden digging out a three foot strip of weeds. My better half—whom I’m still not convinced isn’t Superman—cleared two-thirds of the yard in the same amount of time. It looks gorgeous. We’re sore.
Between March 31st and April 1st it snowed ten inches in the mountains for the first time in months—closing Interstate 90. The lowlands celebrated with thunder, lightening, and hail that was frightening. And the temperature dropped twenty-five degrees.
Between the allergies, the wild weather, and work, the thought of writing a post this week slipped my mind.
I must be Madeline Kahn tired.
Since this is a special edition, Madeline, why don’t you take us out.
Next week we’ll celebrate this blog’s fourth blogiversary.
Until next week.