True to seasonal form, we went from heat-the-house weather to hot summer temperatures overnight.
On Wednesday, it was grey and cold in this part of the world. On Thursday, I woke up to said grey, cold conditions and by noon, was ripping off my pantyhose and barelegging it again under sunny skies as the temperature soared to 23C (76F).
I was so inspired that I dropped into Sears and picked up some new platform sandals, marked down to $39.95 from $114.95.
And when I arrived home, I heard the season’s first chorus of Peeper Frogs peeping their little lungs out.
Sigh . . . such a beautiful sound.
Supposedly, their peeping marks the start of spring, but as I have mentioned in this blog before, we seem to skip from winter to summer in one day up here in the (Beverly) hills of Quebec (i.e. spring is a myth).
So the days of pantyhose and other forms of stockings are waning — though, Monday’s forecast is for rain and a high of only 7C (44F), so I wouldn’t be surprised if the peepers don’t peep much.
But today’s forecast is for more barelegging-it weather, i.e. mostly sunny skies and a high of 17C (64F). I might even get in some nude sunbathing today (it’s my day off) while I listen to the peepers, though skinnydipping is out of the question because the lake hasn’t completely thawed out.
Hmm. Yesterday morning, I was worrying about the possibility of nuclear armageddon. This morning I’m wondering if last summer’s leftover suncreen is still usable.
(You know what they say about the difference a day makes.)