We Floridians can now stop bitching and moaning and whining and hibernating. We can stop digging in our closets and storage units for gloves and thick socks and heavy jackets that we used to need only a couple of times a year. We can turn off our heat pumps and quit listening to their asthmatic wheezing as they start up and shut down. We can open our windows...we...can..grunt...o*p*e*n...bang!...our windows.
The lawn guy was mowing my yard today when I arrived home from work. I laughed out loud for joy! It's been three months since I've seen a lawn service truck on our street.
My neighbor spotted our armadillo the other night. Another sign it's warming up! Can the snake-in-a-bucket be far behind? And...be still, my heart....the tree frogs should start singing the next time it rains. And mating in the driveway puddles. And sticking to my backdoor. YES! And, Harley, the lizards should be sunning themselves soon, buddy!
Harley and I can go to the beach without dressing like we're hiking in Alaska. I can dust off my sandals and put my socks away! I can sit outside at FA Cafe!
