I’m in a somewhat surly mood – just being honest with you, my friends. Yesterday was cold and cloudy all day long and both Don and I were rather down. We were also restless. The new puzzle is impossibly hard and I got very frustrated with it. The temps are going down to freezing Friday and Saturday nights. And now, we might get some slushy snow on Friday night into Saturday.
What’s next? Locusts?
This means we have to haul in all the potted and hanging plants, including the very heavy vintage pots, and keep them inside for at least two days. I’ll have to cover the geraniums in the barrels as they can’t be transported. And I’ll move the pansies to the porch and cover them -they’re cold weather plants, but I don’t want wet snow to fall on them. All of the trees are leafing out. I feel like I’m going to be out there at midnight shaking snow off the trees and plants.
It’s not that it never happens but according to my local weather, the last time it happened here was once in the eighties. The average temperature here for this time of year is 71.
Anyway, I’m over it. I’m over Trump (of course, that happened long ago). I’m over protestors who haven’t the sense that God gave them. I’m over this virus and the tragic loss of life. I’m over governors who are too ignorant to understand (or simply don’t care) how dangerous it is to open too early. I could go on, but you get the picture.
Don and I are fine, though we sometimes get mildly irritated with each other. It’s only to be expected, after all, we’re together 24 hours a day. The good thing is that we laugh at our irritation and then it disappears.
The freezing temperatures and the potential snow just sent me over the edge, that’s all.
In the meantime, it’s going to be in the sixties today and sunny. Go figure. So, we’ll finish mowing.
I’ll be better tomorrow.
Stay safe.
Happy Thursday.