Random Seasonal Musings

(Hey, it's my day off.)

We're having a full-tilt melt here in Dee Cee this morning. As I look out the window, the trees are dropping chunks of snow faster than Granny drops quarters in the Atlantic City slots. The sun is out, the sky is pale blue and there is a hint of spring in the air. Truly a beautiful day.

As much as I enjoy cold weather, I'm not nearly as tolerant of it as I used to be. When I was younger, I never got tired of winter. These days, I do. I'm not just happy with spring when it actually arrives, but instead start pining for it, well, right about now. This weekend should give just that bit of hope to let me tough it out for another month or two.

(Then, of course, there's hot weather, with which my relationship has always been of the one night stand variety. I begin to look forward to it in the spring, but after the first really hot day it's all over and I start looking forward to fall.)

My big plan for this weekend is to get out in the garden and remove all the ad hoc defenses I threw up last year to slow down Sauron's Wraith Rabbits. The bottom of the fence is covered with overlaying swaths of nylon mesh - which the little bastards learned they could push right through - and there are a number of holes under it hastily plugged with an assortment of bricks and logs. I'm going to yank all of that and replace it with a solid chicken wire (oh, I beg your pardon, poultry fencing) barrier that, with any luck, ought to keep 'em out this year and look considerably neater.