Today was a day of service at work. It’s April now in VA, and so I wore shorts, a sweatshirt, and my ratty Red Sox cap. Totally appropriate, right?
Well, it’s April in VA, so I should have known better. Temps barely topped out around 50, and I was outside on a metal ladder painting my heart out. Also, if I had a quarter for every time someone asked me, “aren’t you cold?” I would be a rich woman right now.
And while I would never admit it to anyone but you lovely bleaders here on the blog, I was maybe just a little cold. Shhhh!
Oh fickle, fickle spring, where are you? The fine folks at the weather station are predicting snow showers and cold temps tomorrow, and sunshine and 60s on Sunday. Mother nature feels slightly bipolar right now, and I am feeling more compelled to get the recycling to the recycling center.
So we here at the L Homestead are taking it easy this Friday–reading and writing and lounging on the couch. Tomorrow we’ll probably tackle inside stuff, and I’m desperately hoping to get outside on Sunday. The back garden needs to be tilled one more time, we need to start putting the boxes in, and I need to get some herbs planted in the side kitchen garden. The clematis need to be strung up, and I need to start getting all of our newspaper and cardboard organized and looking nice for when we start mulching.
As Eliot said, “April is the cruelest month,” and between being tied up with work and this yucky cold snap, I’m agreeing with him. But I am determined to conquer April this year–so here’s to day one of that challenge!