I’m overdue for Spring Blow-Out.
No, that isn’t a major annual digestive event. And no, Elizabeth is not having a big Spring Sale at the bookshop.
It’s hot outside, and I still have all my winter wool on. It’s time to blast it out of my skin and into the birds’ nests, wool bags and other various receptacles that can use it to more advantage than I can right now.
Last weekend, the two-leggers turned their clocks ahead one hour. But I think somewhere someone important put theirs ahead a bit too far. It’s still supposed to be cold out for another few weeks. And yes, I am complaining. I’m too hot!
It must’ve been Someone Really Important, because the summer flappers are coming home early, too. On our walk to the Cathedral last night after work, Elizabeth and I watched the white squawky flappers flying over the harbour. What’s that about? Don’t they know it’s too soon? They aren’t supposed to come here for another two weeks almost! And as we crossed one of the big bridges on the way to work today, I saw long-necked flappers swimming in the water below (it was warm enough that my car window was down for the trip). They weren’t my long-necked flappers, ’cause they weren’t calling hello to me; my long-necked flappers have more sense to be home this early, I like to think.
There are huge patches of the yard without white stuff on them now. The river looks like it’s thinking about turning splashy soon. It shouldn’t go splash for another month at least!
Winter is my favourite time of year. I love the cold. I love the white fluffy stuff. I love running through it and diving into it and lying in it and eating it…. I’m really upset. Where was Winter this year? Did I miss it? Who stole Winter? GRRRRRR.
So, I am forced to stage a protest. I’m having my biggest Spring Blow-Out ever. If you come into the bookshop and see a big white ball of wool rolling through the aisles, that’s just the beginning. Forget about dust-bunnies this Spring, two-leggers! The DUST-HARES are about to invade!