I finally figured it out.
I obviously slept through February and March and woke up in April!
That has to be it. We have three inches of yellow pine tree pollen on every surface in our yard – the deck, the cars, the fence, the outdoor furniture, the boathouse and the water.
We’re having April weather. Very warm (80’s), muggy days that translated into horrible storms and tornadoes in the South this weekend and killed 38 people and injured many more. Homes destroyed, businesses crushed. This kind of thing happens in April – not the first week in March!
We have azalea blooms (usually showing off at Easter) competing with our camellias.
Practically everyone we know at the lake is struggling with allergy-related sinus infections. Bear told me just the other day, “Shouldn’t we be packing for Mackinac? Don’t we do that when it starts to get hot?”
I’ve heard at least five people say this exact sentence in the last two weeks: “If it’s like this in February, what in the world does summer have in store for us?”
Ok, ok, ok. I know it’s not April, and after the bad weather went through on Saturday, winter arrived once more – at least for a couple of days. Now we’re under a freeze warning for this evening. Weird. Weird. Weird.
I just had to get that off my chest. Now . . .
The big event of the weekend was our trip about 45 miles north to watch “Sex Please, We’re Sixty”, presented by the Perry Players. Our friends Sally and Ed went with us, and we spent two hours laughing at the craziness of several over sixty visitors staying at a bed and breakfast run by our friend Jane Winston, playing Mrs. Stancliffe. If you ever get a chance to see this production in your local little theatre, please don’t miss it.
Here are a few photos from the play:
We drove a few miles further north to Warner Robins and ate an early dinner at Buffalo Wild Wings, before heading home. What a fun afternoon!
We’re on our way again on Friday to Ormond Beach to see Julie, Matt and the grandkids. Julie’s got a full weekend planned for us, but more on that Friday.
Have a wonderful week, and I’ll see you back here on Friday. If you’re a Mackinac blog reader, tune in to that blog on Wednesday for some snow photos you have to see to believe. 14″ of the white stuff fell this weekend, turning the Island into a fantasy of white. You will love it.