The Winter that Wasn't and the Summer Without

I am hardly original in mentioning this, but . . . what the hell happened to winter this year? It snowed, like, twice. The rest of the time was non-stop mud and excitement. And now? Well, now the magnolias and forsythia are blooming, every spring flower--early and late--is currently in a blaze of short-lived glory, and it's supposed to be 80 degrees tomorrow.

What the hell? I don't know either.

It was really warm today too. And you know what I realized? Man, it's going to be a long, sad summer with my beloved gin and tonics. Today was just the day for them, you know? Warm and sunny while we were outside grilling the lake trout Jason caught today and dropped off for us*, watching Cubby "pinch" things with the tongs while wearing a short-sleeved t-shirt, with the dogs sniffing around the grill and panting in the sun. A. had a gin and tonic. I had a sip of his, just to torture myself, and sighed a regretful sigh in anticipation of the coming summer that will be sadly deficient in G&Ts.

Oh well. There will be other summers, with many G&Ts. And doubtless many winters with feet of snow and frozen ground. Life goes on. Just with some aberrant seasons here and there.

* I know, you wish you had a friend like Jason. We find him quite wonderful ourselves. Especially Cubby, who, while he was eating the fish, kept up a running monologue about his buddy Mister Jason and the trout he caught with the bobber and the hook. It was really adorable.