I wrote an email to someone yesterday that referred in passing to the temperatures this “spring” and I commented that the long-lasting cold to cold-ish temperatures had left me unsettled and stuck in hibernation.

What I did not write then, but will do so now, is that this long winter has resulted in scales on my eyes. It has become a routine to pull into the driveway up to the backdoor, hop out and settle in to read or binge watch some Netflix series – Babylon Berlin being an example.

Yesterday the temperature edged its way over 80 degrees. It had reached up to and past 60 in the past few days. Do you know how fast grass can grow? Well, let’s just say that for right now the old adage about watching the grass grow isn’t really applicable. Not at all.

I went outside and surveyed the yard and while standing on my driveway heard something hit the concrete. I looked down and Heavens to Betsey, it was the scales from my eyes. Seeing all of the summertime jobs that are demanding to be done, it was tempting to bend over and put them back on my eyes.

But the scales are yucky looking; maybe I will opt for sequins.