One minute I am complaining and crying that winter will last until . . . forever.
Then, suddenly, it’s near 70 – kids are running around outside, and wearing shorts, and . . . running around outside some more.
It’s just like life, isn’t it. Just when you think things can’t get any worse, they do.
Oh. Oops. Wait. No. That was not what I meant to say. That is not what it is like. Let’s see: winter never ending . . . suddenly it’s spring . . .
Oh! Yes. Just like life – just when everything seems dreary, impossible and hopeless; suddenly – spring!
Enough. I’m pretending. No metaphor-like thoughts are floating through my head at all. I just wanted to post some cute pictures of Goldie climbing our fence and playing on our swing-set yesterday.
This was the real depth of my thoughts: We had several perfectly perfect days this week. They won’t stay. Not yet. But while they were here, everyone – excited by the novelty of warm weather -- spent every possible moment of every day outside.
That was it.
I don’t know a thing about comparing life to weather.
I was just being fancy.
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