Thursday, April 28, 2005
April is weird. The sun stays out past 9:30. The flies are out by the hundreds one day and gone the next. Sometimes it's really cold and other times its shorts and short sleeves. And through it all, the lake stays frozen, the mountains of snow still mark their spots, the grass is in shock , brown, covered in mud and not one of the trees have blossomed. It's just one long and drawn out in-between stage when Winter has stopped and Sping has yet to begin.
// posted by Howard @ 11:32 PM 
