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Local Weather Report

Last night it was warmer outside the house than inside when I put the girls to bed at 6pm. Balmy and damp, somewhere in the 70's.

This morning, there are some very confused tree frogs out there. Tree frogs sing and mate in the early, early spring. They're one of the first sounds of spring. These particular frogs are in for a rude shock in the next 24 hours. I hope they get into the mud before it gets too cold.

Damp and slightly rainy this morning. I have missed two mornings of delicious fog to walk in. Wed it was an odd weather thing. Weatherdude tells me the fog built off the coast and then an east wind (unusual) blew it onshore. It was foggy in DC before it got foggy out here. No fog at sunrise, fog at 8:30. And I had to be somewhere. Thurs I had to go to Ikea* to ensure the pantry pieces were all in stock and to make final selections. Fog at dawn. As the light revealed it, my yearning for it was, well, a yearning. I wanted to call off the trip to Ikea. This was my kind of morning. I was already imagining a walk along the W&OD where anything could come out of the mist, any fantasy could materialize, my thoughts would take fog form and walk with me.

I promised myself when I left an office that I wouldn't have to miss 'special' days anymore. As a tax preparer, I always missed daffodils and early spring blossoms, missed the better part of the summer days. And here I was, missing 2 rare foggy mornings of warm weather. sigh.

I'm considering a walk in the drizzle before the wind and thunderstorms and temperature drop. I shall look like a very wet rat which will make me very happy.

Frog Out

*The mud room is now filled with Ikea pieces to be assembled on Monday. Wow.

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