It’s almost unbelievable, but my Beloved mowed the lawn today.
It’s not the “Beloved mowed” part that’s unbelievable — it’s the “mowed the lawn today” on March 22 that amazes me.
We’ve been enjoying 80-degree temperatures this week, and I’ve been feeling lucky. Not lucky in a cartoonish sloppy St. Patrick’s Day way, but lucky like I’m blessed.
The roads into downtown this morning were clear and dry. The sunshine beckoned me to dine outside at lunch. My coffee this afternoon was iced, not hot.
Wow. I know this is rare, record-breaking weather. And I know this is northern Illinois and Jack Frost may be waiting around the corner. And I know it might mean weeks of sweltering 90-degree temps in July or some other revenge from Mother Nature.
That reminds me. I need to pay a visit to the salon post haste before I can break out the sandals. My Christmas pedicure isn’t holding up so great.