Today, after one of the longest and hardest winters we can remember, temperatures reached 50 degrees and the sun shone brightly. Because we were absolutely starved for some outdoor porch time, Don set up all outdoor furniture on the screened-in porch. Don, Frank-the-Cat, and I tested the waters, or, in this case, poked our noses out the door. And, what do you know, it was very nice and warm in the sunshine.
Frank, being a very old cat, couldn't seem to remember how to act on a porch outdoors. Don and I took turns reassuring him that it was indeed a good place to be.
Of course, as usual, Don couldn't sit still in one spot for very long. So he went out to where snow had drifted into a deep pile in the corner by the porch. It is taking long time to melt because the drift was so deep in that corner. So Don continues to help the thawing process by spreading the snow out into other areas.
One of these days soon, it shall all be gone. It seems it will never happen, but in all my 77 years, Spring has never failed to arrive, followed closely by hot hot summer. So we sat on our porch on March 7, closed our eyes, reveled in the warmth of the sunshine, and enjoyed the afternoon. Even Frank finally remembered what it is he is supposed to do on the porch in the sun.
One of these days, Frank, we will be having our breakfast outside. And you can wait for your taste of muffin crumbs while watching the humming birds at the feeder.
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