It's a good number. A basketball team. One digit higher than three quarters. An even number.
But in March? Really? It makes me worry for the trees. That we should have so many unbelievably gorgeous, practically HOT, days in late March but with the understanding that Michigan is well-known for its curve ball weather.
I hate to be so very cynical about the weather, but I just can't seem to help it. I'm not trusting that it could stay this way for too very long.
There was this one year when I got a sunburn on my birthday. Middle of April, it was. A shocking situation, something that had never happened before. It doesn't take much anymore for me to believe in global warming, that's for sure.
But the flowers...they're sprouting. And the trees, they are budding. It speaks of life and growth and I want it to stay.
I want to stay out here on my sunny porch every day.