Yesterday, spring arrived in the Bay Area. It seems to arrive the same way every year. It’s a surprise!
I could watch the weather forecast, but that would ruin the surprise!
When I went to the Farmers’ Market, I thought, “That fowk must be affy caul in their shorts.” Then it occurred to me that I wis fair peowin in my jumper (that’s a sweater.) I had to change when I came home.
What a treat to hang out my washing and know that it will dry. Richard spent the afternoon gardening.
May’s no oot, bit I’m castin my cloots.
