- Mark Twain
It was a very interesting weekend. Mary and I woke up early on Saturday to a brilliantly sunny day. The Oregon gloom had parted and as if by magic, the birds were singing, the cherry trees in bloom, the wisteria bursting and the lilacs showing color on their
clustered buds. It was like landing in a Disney movie. All it needed was a rabbit and a fawn. I decided the time was right to get the roof and side-curtains up on the backyard gazebo and haul out the summer furniture. I cut the grass. I tidied up the gardens. I trimmed the grass. I checked the hot tub, clearing away the ant-trail that had begun to invade it (okay, so spraying for ants was not very Disney-esque.) The ants got their come-uppance, as I realized after wading into the tub in my freshly-found summer shorts that I had neglected to take my cell phone out of my pocket before diving in.
Saturday afternoon, we took a long drive, stopping for fish and chips for lunch, then heading out through the Columbia Gorge. The temperature was in the mid 70's, and even for Mary and I who relish the colder weather, it was way overdue. We drove through Troutdale, out the Historic Highway past the waterfalls, and across the Bridge Of The Gods (true name) and over to Stevenson Washington. We shopped, had coffee and drove down toward Camas. By the time we got home we were pretty sated.
Sunday was overcast. Still, it was pleasant, but I was pushing my luck wearing the shorts. The clouds were rolling back into sight. We drove up into the hills to the Pittock Mansion, then had a couple of errands before we stopped for Dim Sum, in my estimation one of the "perfect foods". By the time we got home the weather had turned rather dark, and the cold wind had arrived. By late night, the temp was 39.
Today, it has rained, and hailed, and the wind has blown. Spring, it seems has returned in all its bluster. The sun has peeked through now and then, just long enough to pull me out of the office to get coffee or lunch, just long enough to get me away from under the roof and out in a sudden downpour. I would not doubt that snow is far behind. Disney never showed this.
I don't care. When I get home I am going to put on my shorts again. Eventually the sun will have to come back. The rabbit, fawn and I will be ready.
It was a very interesting weekend. Mary and I woke up early on Saturday to a brilliantly sunny day. The Oregon gloom had parted and as if by magic, the birds were singing, the cherry trees in bloom, the wisteria bursting and the lilacs showing color on their
clustered buds. It was like landing in a Disney movie. All it needed was a rabbit and a fawn. I decided the time was right to get the roof and side-curtains up on the backyard gazebo and haul out the summer furniture. I cut the grass. I tidied up the gardens. I trimmed the grass. I checked the hot tub, clearing away the ant-trail that had begun to invade it (okay, so spraying for ants was not very Disney-esque.) The ants got their come-uppance, as I realized after wading into the tub in my freshly-found summer shorts that I had neglected to take my cell phone out of my pocket before diving in.Saturday afternoon, we took a long drive, stopping for fish and chips for lunch, then heading out through the Columbia Gorge. The temperature was in the mid 70's, and even for Mary and I who relish the colder weather, it was way overdue. We drove through Troutdale, out the Historic Highway past the waterfalls, and across the Bridge Of The Gods (true name) and over to Stevenson Washington. We shopped, had coffee and drove down toward Camas. By the time we got home we were pretty sated.
Sunday was overcast. Still, it was pleasant, but I was pushing my luck wearing the shorts. The clouds were rolling back into sight. We drove up into the hills to the Pittock Mansion, then had a couple of errands before we stopped for Dim Sum, in my estimation one of the "perfect foods". By the time we got home the weather had turned rather dark, and the cold wind had arrived. By late night, the temp was 39.
Today, it has rained, and hailed, and the wind has blown. Spring, it seems has returned in all its bluster. The sun has peeked through now and then, just long enough to pull me out of the office to get coffee or lunch, just long enough to get me away from under the roof and out in a sudden downpour. I would not doubt that snow is far behind. Disney never showed this.
I don't care. When I get home I am going to put on my shorts again. Eventually the sun will have to come back. The rabbit, fawn and I will be ready.