our old stone home

 Here at our old stone home, there are things to do.

We've been given a gift of spring weather, way ahead of our usually miserably-slow-to-warm North country schedule. You see, it has thrown me off kilter.

I had mentally braced myself for a muddy, blizzard-ridden, wet, nasty, icy month of March, generally followed by the same for the month of April, sprinkled in with a few spits of sun & warmth and wonderment which- if one allowed their soul to be captured by- would leave the spirit in the dregs of disappointment,

But no. Not this year.

We've been up to our ears in sun, summer-hot temperatures, and feelings of general disbelief that such a thing could come to us.

So, instead of raking up the winter's debris, turning over the gardens, sweeping the porches, washing the filth-caked windows, I am kayaking and taking cat-naps in the hammock.

Thanks, Mysterious Weather. But you are not to be trusted.
I am still keeping my boots & mittens handy
and one eye open for a dark snow-or-ice-laden cloud on the horizon.