Sunday, February 13, 2011


               67 67          67 67 67 67
           67                                67
          67 67 67                      67 
          67         67                  67 
           67          67               67  
             67 67 67               67

It feels wrong. The snow is melting so fast, and the ground is still frozen, I now have a water garden. I may just have to go pick up some koi and lob them in to the lake, er, mulch.

Dear 67 -- I know you have no idea what you're doing, and I really want to ask you to stop, to go away. It's February. It's winter. I'm not ready. My blood hasn't transitioned. I'm like goldfish in a plastic bag, soaking in their knew home, the water temperature equalizing for a nice cozy transition. I feel my mouth making an "O" gasping for air, shocked by the moment. I want you 67, but you are nothing but a flirt and a showman, extra icing that makes the day almost too sweet. I may turn on the A.C.


Layanee said...

Send it this way please. You are right, it is just teasing you.

Carolyn ♥ said...

So funny. Great post! Feel the same way about our 52... it was 27 at 8am this morning. Snow in the forecast.

Benjamin Vogt said...

Layanee--So you like to be teased, then? I'll go outside and blow east. It may reach you, since some of ym students think I blow hard. :)
Carolyn--52 is very nice, too! It wasn't supposed to be anywhere near this warm today. See if you can store some of your 52 to melt the impending snow.

Susan in the Pink Hat said...

Freaky, isn't it. Though, I remember a January in the '90s where it was like this for a couple of weeks in January and bulbs were blooming and the forsythia burst. That terrified everyone. I'll take highs in the 60s today since I'm painting inside and I'm benefitting from open windows.