A few days ago, when it was 70 degrees and I was admiring the fledgling spring blossoms, I said to myself (and anyone else who would listen):
This mild weather won't last. The blossoms will be killed by a late frost.
Today (Wednesday, I think) it's only 40 degrees and hard frosts are predicted for the next two nights.
Welcome to April.
I always thought Tennessee was a mild southern state. Instead, I'm in friggin' Siberia.
Peter Cottontail is suffering frostbite.....and I'm considering moving to Mexico (there should be plenty of room south of the border - since they are now ALL migrating here).
Notice how I cunningly make use of any situation to editorialize?
Icy mountain roads and frigid winter fog. I might have to scrap my plan for driving to town this week. Perhaps I can go in July....
I appreciated your comments on my previous post - and I always feel guilty when I don't respond to them. I'm lazy, but with good intentions.
