Have you come across this bit of verse?
As a rule, man’s a fool. When it’s hot he wants it cool. When it’s cool he wants it hot, always wanting what is not.
That thought has crossed my mind as we continue to experience very hot and dry weather. (This morning we had a brief rain shower, which brought a little relief–and helped the garden.) In reviewing the Secondary Roads archive I found this from February of last year:
Today’s Non Sequitur comic strip captures the day — perfectly! |
It is Midnight Monday and something between blogger and me isn’t working right. So after many tries, I’m not going to show the banner. After the warm spell we had last week, most of our snow had melted away. Then came another winter storm yesterday.
At first, they said it would hit Saturday night just before Sylvia was scheduled to land in Detroit. Fortunately, that didn’t happen. It was Sunday afternoon, we were in a nearby restaurant with friends when the snow began to fall. By the time we left the restaurant, the roads were very slippery. We did manage to get to the grocery store to lay in some supplies. And we made it back home. Sylvia napped and I watched the Daytona 500 until the snow on the satellite dish cut off reception. Unfortunately, I was running two hours behind real time (thanks to the DVR) and it was too late to see the end. This morning I watched the highlights on the Internet.
Today I’m faced with another major snow removal job. Everyone here has had enough and we’re beginning to dream of warmer days.
Aren’t you ready too? And while we dream of fresh green grass and pink cherry blossoms some of our friends are thinking of other things. Like frogs.
Me? I’m ready to get comfy in my recliner with my four-legged lap warmer to keep me company. The calendar says spring is only a month away. Do you believe that?
I guess I am one of those rare persons who likes winter even when it’s winter, lol. I don’t have to shovel snow, however, so I empathize with those who do.
I am REALLY looking forward to autumn, though. LOL
*sniff* I miss Midnight.
There’s Chuck, dreaming of cool. Yes, I first saw that verse in a SalArmy Thrift Shop when I was thirteen years old. I immediately committed it to memory, have never forgotten it. Sixty-five years later, I have to say, it has proven itself true over and over again. And I’m not referring solely to the weather.