Saturday, February 2, 2013
February is such a fickle month. We might even hit 70 degrees today. It is trying to lure me into to thinking that I could dream of gardens, and seeds and dream of flowers growing in the pasture. I won't fall for it this year. Nope, I have learned. As soon as my guard is down, boom, cold, icy weather, wind blowing, sideways rain, not the mention the bane of my life, tumbleweeds.
We have these winds called Santa Ana winds. It is winds that blow from the east. In Bleak House Mr. Jarndice will say when something is bad that the wind is blowing from the east. Well around here when the winds blow from the east this is what we get.
So I won't fall for it this year. I will ignore the birds singing, the wonderful feel of the sunshine on my face, the lure of the soft soil that keeps calling my name.
I hope you have a lovely day,