Fire and Rain

Ah, nothing screams "springtime" quite like the warmth of a roaring fire in the midst of days upon days of endless rain.

And Talk About the Weather

When you've got nothing to post, you can always talk about the weather.

Total snowfall this past season (assuming, correctly I hope, that it's over): 127 inches. Lucky us!

And now we're nearing the record for rainiest April EVER (breaking a record set in 1929) in a town that's already known for gray skies and dreary weather. Lucky us!

Tonight, we have a severe thunderstorm warning that could bring strong winds and hail. Yea!!

It's either time for Tears for Fears or the Weather Girls but God bless mother nature? Not right now.

Life's a Dream

Sunshine. Highs in the upper 50s/low 60s. Beautiful sunsets. Heaven!

Early yesterday evening, as I crested the hill over Irondequoit Bay, there was steam rising over the thawing ice. If I ignored the dashboard of my Jetta (and the restaurant/marina down below), I could see for a split second the gorgeous view that the Native Americans must have cherished. Pale blue sky. Big cliffs. Snow covered lake. Golden cattails on the shore.

I wonder if they ever took it for granted.

Doin' Time

Relaxing on the hammock. Kids are jumping on the trampoline next door with the sprinkler below it. Thermonuclear winds are blasting through the neighborhood.

Summertime (for a day) and the livin' is easy.

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Spring Fever!

New friends in the front garden. Yeaaaaaa!

Rochester in Bloom

I received this picture from a girlfriend who works for the City of Rochester. It was taken by the City Forester on Oxford Street the other day.



It's so gorgeous here this time of year. To think we just spent the majority of the day in 85+ degree sunshine marching through town in in the Little League parade and the temp just dropped to 60 degrees as the rain came rolling through late this afternoon. What's worse? It's supposed to snow this week.

Ay caramba. But, it's still green, budding and spring right now!

Spring Glorious Spring!

There is a man outside my window right now using a Weed Whacker. It's music to my ears.

I just realized that the grass is green. And that there IS grass. And the sun is out. And the birds are chirping.

My boss thinks I'm nipping at a little something behind my desk.

But it's just spring!

Mommy Cash

"Boy, you're just screaming 'springtime' today," said my husband to me this a.m. as I was leaving the house wearing a black blazer, black shirt, black skirt, black tights, black jacket and black heels while carrying a black purse.

Well at least I'm not in boots nor am I wearing a wool coat!

And, for whatever it's worth, my lipstick is light pink.

Over the past few years I have come to terms with the fact that I have morphed into my mother--who we used to call "Mommy Cash" when we were younger for her myriad black-on-black ensembles. I have somehow become the same woman who would frown upon purchasing, for example, an orange sweater as it would be very impractical.

My mom refused to buy the blue plaid polyester uniform for me when I was in grade school because it was tacky; however, she never seemed to mind that I was the only kid still wearing the "old school" (pun intended?) gray plaid wool uniform a) well into spring and b) when I had grown so much that it had become a micro-mini. (I actually had to wear shorts underneath to avoid showing my skivvies.)

From a fashion perspective, it shouldn't take too much for me to transition into becoming a nun during retirement. This black has become a habit . . .

Oh, I slay myself.