When I lived in The Bay Area, there were two seasons, nice and rainy. Wyoming, I have found, also has two seasons, summer and winter. We are suppose to have four seasons, but Wyoming blazes its own trail. Take today for instance, we are in May! It is suppose to be warm. Flowers are suppose to be waking up from a long winter nap. I woke up two days ago with snow blanketing my tulips. I went to The Riverton Country Club to pay our golf cart bill for the summer. I walked in, paid, then said "see you when it warms up." Needless to say, I still haven't played any golf.
Oh well, I guess I will just keep sifting through boxes filled with winter clothes I naively thought were ready to store away for a few months. A sweater in May...really?
Saturday, May 8, 2010
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