Remember that whole thing about squwonky weather in March?
April (jealous chick that she is) is doing her best to show March how weather is done. All weather.
It’s not just April showers (although it appears we’ll have plenty of those). It’s April sunshine, April snowfall, April tulips (yay for the tulips!), April taxes, April monsoons, April freezes, April flooding, April…oh, who the heck knows.
This week we’re going to have temps in the 70s and snowstorms. Probably not simultaneously
April hath put a spirit of youth in everything. ~William Shakespeare
Meanwhile, April the Giraffe at the Animal Adventure Park in Harpursville, N.Y., is still pregnant. And by “still” I mean she’s past her due date and since giraffe pregnancies last 15 months or so that’s saying something. I can’t imagine being a pregnant giraffe is easy. They have spindly little legs, they have to wait for-e-ver for food to get from tongue to tummy, and no one will bring them ice cream. Poor April.
April is a promise that May is bound to keep. ~Hal Borland
Last Friday was No Housework Day. I celebrated accidentally by behaving as I always do. I should probably offer the dust dragons a celebratory feast.
I want to climb under the blankets and stay there. Since that’s not exactly a choice, I’m going to put on my wonderful red rainboots, thank my stars I’m not a pregnant giraffe, admire the wonderful tulips blooming happily, and get on with my day.