Saturday, March 1, 2025

But Here Comes the Sun

We've had some warmer-than-usual temperatures in my neck of the woods after about a month (or what felt like it) of bone-chilling cold with some snow sprinkled in for good measure. 

The last couple of days have been delightful and I would hope a preview of the Spring-to-Come, but I'm not making book on that by any means.

If, however, the temps dip and the clouds darken, I already have my culprit in my Search for the Guilty picked out. Strolling across the parking of our local Stop & Shop yesterday afternoon as the sun was heading home and the warmth of the day was following it, I, bundled in a not-quite-winter-weight-jacket, passed a woman in shorts and a tank top.

Did I mention we've had some warmish days? Thought so.
There was is/was no reason to taunt Mother Nature by dressing for the weather you want instead of the weather you have. All of us will suffer from your hubris, madame. 

Remember, you read it here first.
-bill kenny

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