The vernal equinox arrives at 9:06 p.m. Dog time, and while we will probably be in bed by then, thoughts of warmer weather, shorts and T-shirts, and buds a-poppin’ should make for pleasant dreams.
No, not those buds. We abandoned that stuff long before it became legal and all the sissies decided it was finally safe to have a taste.
It’s still not what you’d call toasty out there. I can’t say I’m eager to bare my pale knees to the breeze. Still, 52° with a dearth of 50-mph winds will do for now.
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Can’t quite describe or document it, but it feels like spring today.
Yup, I hear you. I came completely awake at some point last night, just shot right out of a dream sequence like a DVD ejected from its player mid-movie. When I finally got back to sleep I dreamed I was running on all fours through a lush landscape flanked by a couple other critters, possibly Miss Mia Sopaipilla and the late Field Marshal Turkish von Turkenstein.
Harbinger of spring or too much Cholula in the pasta sauce? Discuss.
Too much Cholula? The piquin peppers have a unique flavor that I love. I don’t think any other supermarket hot sauce has piquin as an ingredient except Cholula. Plus it’s water based, not vinegar, which is more to my taste.
Was nice today. Guess I got in the Last Ride of the Winter. Plum fergot that tomorrow was the vernal.
I managed 90 minutes of trails on the Voodoo Nakisi to celebrate the equinox. I was totally overdressed — started out chilly but warmed up right smart. If today’s weather cooperates I plan something a tad longer because the forecast looks iffy and I’m tired of running a couple-three days per week.
At least you have blooming buds on your trees. Ours will come a little later.
The start of Spring here (Chicago area) usually brings colder weather than the weeks prior. That, sadly, is again the case this year as well. What I am looking for is a mild cloudless day in a few weeks for the Solar Eclipse version2024 when we travel downstate. What Mother Nature does to us in the mean time is meaningless.
Haw. Yeah, we get that in Colorado and New Mexico, too. The calendar says spring, and there are always a couple early-season bike races that look interesting, and then pow! Right back into the deep freeze for a few days, or even longer. John Nichols wrote about the fabled Death of the Fruit Tree Blossoms in “The Milagro Beanfield War.” It occurred near the end of every March as a short stretch of warmth suckered all the trees into believing that spring was right around the corner. Nope.
We here in N. TX are seasonable for this time of year with highs in the mid to high 60s and lows a degree or two above 50 F. I really wish I could still swing a leg over a bike, or had a tadpole trike I could ride on so I could enjoy the weather.
I don’t know anything about ’bents, but those trikes look interesting. One of the guys at Two Wheel Drive was wrenching on one during a recent visit, and man, did that sucker look complicated to this ol’ shade-tree mechanic with 10 thumbs and a ball-peen hammer for a toolkit. He said they need to be aligned like an automobile or you burn through tires real fast. I wonder how long an alignment lasts around here. The roads are starting to look positively lunar, only with more craters.