#SOL2017
On Wednesday it reached a whopping 70+ degrees. I told myself, it is still winter bring your coat. Naturally, I fully regretted that decision by mid afternoon when I was sweltering under my wool coat as I walked about. Or as I nicely posted on Wednesday…
The temps have since dropped steadily since Wednesday afternoon. It’s now Friday, with an expected high of 41 degrees which has already come and gone. This morning I happily pulled on my wool coat, grabbing a hat, scarf and gloves not seen since last week . Even so the temperatures continue to drop more as the day progresses.
So Ol’ Man Winter has remembered we’re still in his purlieu and has remembered with a vengeance, as tomorrow’s expected high is a brutal 19 degrees.
Tomorrow, I will be hanging out with my offspring. While I am looking forward to seeing them, I am not looking forward to Jack Frost’s rendition of Shakespeare’s Blow, winds, and crack your cheeks!
We’re smack in the lion’s jaw right now in his annual battle with the lamb for seasonal supremacy. Three days into March and it’s already looking to be a doozey. Forget what that stupid groundhog said, you can do this Lamb!
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Immediately, I started singing this:
Song: “Blow, blow, thou winter wind”
BY WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE
Blow, blow, thou winter wind,
Thou art not so unkind
As man’s ingratitude;
Thy tooth is not so keen,
Because thou art not seen,
Although thy breath be rude.
Heigh-ho! sing, heigh-ho! unto the green holly:
Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly:
Then, heigh-ho, the holly!
This life is most jolly.
Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky,
That dost not bite so nigh
As benefits forgot:
Though thou the waters warp,
Thy sting is not so sharp
As friend remembered not.
Heigh-ho! sing, heigh-ho! unto the green holly…
Geesh! I felt ten degrees colder and started looking for seven dwarves to decorate the house for the holidays while reading that – quit it! 😀
This is how I feel about March, too. If we could transition from winter to spring without mud, I’d be a happier camper about the cold, but, alas, the combo keeps me sad.
Better mud than black ice, or yellow snow, I say. Thanks Kari.
We are now at 28 degrees here. Today we had snow flurries and bright sunshine. I did not put my winter coat away and have no plans on doing so anytime soon.
Neither do I Arjeha, neither do I – thanks.
Don’t you hate being right sometimes? 😁 Like the end line full of optimism and determination well put.
Thanks Merlinetet78, it’s still winter, so I’m comfortable with being right, granted it’s a literal *cold* comfort, but one I’m prepared for. *smiles *
The weather is always so crazy!! In like I lion out like a lamb! Keeping my fingers crossed for more lamb like behavior soon!!
Crossing my own fingers hard, toes too! Thanks Sanguine.
Texas looks pretty good in March. Don’t ask about August!
Six of one, half-dozen of the other. I’ve heard about Texan summers, nope! Thanks Carol.