I had a great day yesterday as Priscilla and I took the dogs to Fort Taber.
I watched the news Friday night. I usually watch Channel 4, WBZ, and I like their meteorologist Eric Fisher. He seems to have a good track record with New England weather. He said Saturday would be the best day of the weekend and, probably most important down here, there would be no wind.
So off we went. Oscar the Beagle seemed to be quiet in the car as we left. Priscilla pointed out that the last time they went for a ride he ended up at the veterinarian so he was probably having a flashback.
Once we turned into Fort Taber, Baxter knew where he was and started to get excited. We like to take them to the Fort a couple of times a year: give them something new to look at and, obviously, something new to sniff.
It never fails: they have to sniff a lot and mark their territory. I think they feel all tough being out there with the city dogs.
It really was a beautiful day with sunshine, blue skies, clear visibility and no wind. I found myself dreaming of warmer weather and sitting out in the yard, going to the beach or working in the garden.
I know: I’m only setting myself up for disappointment as I’m sure there’s more cold weather to come or at least days when the wind off the water makes your eyes tear up.
I found myself feeling sorry for those that live down south because they must never have that “spring fever” or joy when the winter finally starts to fade. I know: they don’t have to shovel or scrape the windshield but if it’s perfect all the time, why would you notice any change?
I remember hearing a radio station in the Bahamas or Puerto Rico once where the guy said, “Another perfect day today!” I bet if Eric Fisher transferred to St. Thomas he would be thoroughly bored except for hurricane season. You got to admit that it never gets boring when you follow New England weather.
I think it’s a yearly occurrence for us here in New England when we start dreaming of being outside and enjoying the weather without 14 layers of clothing on.
I wonder if people in Hawaii ever have that feeling of hope and happiness that a new season is coming? Or does one season just merge into the next?
So see? I’ve found a GOOD thing about March in New England. The occasional day of hope. Let’s just hope we don’t have to wait until May for the next warm day.
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