I remember saying long ago that spring should arrive directly after Christmas.
And lo and behold, here in San Diego County, after Christmas comes spring! My Gerber daisy is in bloom as are the African daisies. I have bulbs emerging in a pot. Tomorrow it’s supposed to be close to eighty degrees.
That’s not because of spring, actually, but because of Santa Ana winds which start in the desert and rush down the mountains toward the sea. It’s very dry here–my hands haven’t felt this dry since we lived in frigid northern Michigan winters–and so the fire danger is high, they say. Aside from that, how about those temperatures?
I’d really like to play hooky and sit at the beach and read a thick novel but, alas, that is not meant to be.
Why? Because I am a grown up and grown ups have to work and take their kids to school and pick their kids up from school and drive their kids to soccer practice and wash dishes and cook dinner and make sure that everyone has clean socks.
Note to self: Next time, read the fine print before agreeing to be a grown up.