Yesterday was one of those days that everyone deserves to be gifted with in January, no matter where you live. The temperature slowly rose Sunday night into Monday until it got to about 75 degrees.It was fairly muggy, gusty winds lasted for much of the afternoon, and it was one of those days that made me feel hopeful and content, almost like a kid again.
Lula and I went to the park and played for awhile and did she ever make a mess. I’m much better about rolling with the dirt she accumulates and even have a system in place which consists of bringing a wet rag with me so I can clean up her hands before we head home.
Overnight, gone was the obligatory down comforter and in it’s place? Just a sheet. It felt glorious to wake up this morning and feel as though spring arrived.
During my treadmill run this morning, the temperature gauge read 70 degrees (a far cry from last week’s reading of 50), but as my run continued, I could feel–and see–the temperature drop as the winds shifted and a cold front arrived.
I am very lucky to be spoiled with these little tastes of spring. Days like yesterday remind me that the real thing is not that far away. February is almost here, after all.