It's the middle of April
and look where I am.
That's right, sitting in front of a fire. A fire! It has been so cold today. It even snowed (very lightly but still).
I know this might be normal for some parts of the country, but this is Arizona and mountains or not, this is not right. Not right at all. I'm a valley girl, born and raised, and you can bet my frozen flip flopped feet that being cold in April is not my idea of fun.
I traded swimming pools for fireplaces, sweat for shivers, flip flops for... well I haven't exactly given up the flip flops (dumb I know).
I know the grass is always greener on the other side, but I really miss being warm. I want to be roasting in the hot sun right now. Of course if I did find myself roasting in the hot sun I'd probably start wishing for a trip to the mountains to cool off.
What fickle creatures we humans are.
Well at least I have fire. That's something to be grateful for.
You must excuse the hair. It was soooo windy today (I mean crazy Wizard of Oz windy) that I decided, "What's the point?"
What's the point indeed.