Seriously, there must have been a memo, an email, a call, some skywriting–something to announce that spring was canceled and we would be moving into the dog days of summer.
What happened to the springtime of my youth when the scent of lilacs would swim on cool breezes? I’m not referring to the gale force winds of the past 30 days. Man oh man, I had to bind my wind chimes they were making such a cacophony of noise.
Am I partly to blame for this global warming mess we’re in? Was it all the hairspray I used in the 70’s?
Anyway, there’s no use in my complaining about the weather. It’s not as if I can do anything to fix it.
I’ve been treated to some spectacular sunrises lately, so that’s a good thing. And the hummingbirds are here. Another good thing.
Cool shot, right? I didn’t even use the tripod. Pretty steady hands for an old lady.
Okay, this old lady is going to bed. I’m hot and tired.
By the way, click on the crabby woman’s boobs, or the crabby cat’s collar. You’ll be whisked to my store at Zazzle.com where you can buy lots of crabby stuff.
Come on, help a crabby old lady buy corn for her one-legged ducks.
Blessed be :}
Mi manchi, mia amata immortale.