Raking leaves in February is a different experience, coming from someone who usually does this task in October. Wisconsin has a definite season. Tennessee knows both hot and cold, snow, rain, all of it. But they don't know the same process of climate. Of course, the same can be said about me, but I would argue that there's little process to be aware of here. 60s in January? February the coldest month? 6 inches of snow and the next day it's gone?
That's why I went out to rake leaves. Disrupting processes and routines is one of my favorite things in life. Though, with that said...I would still say that one of my favorite experiences in life is waking up in the morning with a cup of coffee and a newspaper. Granted, I don't have a newspaper right now. That'll change when I reach the peak of my elderly years. Some people think I'm already in my prime. Nah. Mountains, brandy and newspapers will happen more often when I'm there. And a special lady.
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This made me smile. It's so you, that second to last sentence. I could see this blog moving in that direction.
ReplyDeleteThen the very last sentence made me smile even bigger. :)