I have viciously attacked New England seasons and calender months for lying to me. November pretends to be fall, March pretends to be spring. I recently figured out that we have only two seasons in New England. Winter (very long) and summer (very short) . April has been torture. Cold, snow still on the ground. Until yesterday. Yeah, Bubba we have had a few warm April days already BUT yesterday was The one. I felt it in my bones. Heat emanating from my inside to my outside. Got out of work at 6:30, a little food shopping, then hit the road, jack. Window down, smile on my face and in my soul. It felt like a summer night. And summer nights are the only reason to be alive. I'm a big enough man to say thank you, April. Even though I know you will slap me in the face a few more times before warmth creeps into my body on a very temporary permanent basis.
I dug yesterday. I look forward to digging a lot more days to come. Don't mess with me too much, faux spring and lying April. I got ways of dealing with phonies like you.
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