I'm now slathering on the aloe thick as molasses and have decided that I'm (wisely) going to quit rubbing it in that the weather here is fantastic and the spring flowers have sprung. I won't tell you all about how I had a delightful Easter brunch of breakfast tacos on a cool patio, back dropped by a blue sky morning. I will instead empathize with those of you who experienced a chilly, rainy weekend and have not yet heard the birds singing or the bees buzzing. I won't rub in the fact that I enjoyed a comfortable evening batting about a tennis ball on the courts without mosquitoes.
Sigh. Mother Nature's sunburn will start peeling soon and I'm going to be that scaly girl, aren't I? Serves me right.