It happens when I’m not looking. And usually takes a goosing from the first thunderstorm of the season to deliver me from my refrigerated stupor. This year in the absence of early tornado warnings, I ratcheted to an upright and cheerfully alert position from crumpled truculence all by myself. I’m quite proud. And very happy to report Spring is here.
One month ago this:
This is what Okies look forward to in the coming weeks. Notice the smiles on their faces.
For those wanting the rest of the camping series, keep checking back. For now, go camping. Or fishing.