(Boy if that doesn't sound creepy)
Today was nice and SUNNY for a change.
It was like waking up and finding yourself in another dimension.
Lost in a time warp.
Beam me up Scotty.
The dogs were enjoying a few minutes in the sun.
But then there was this dude who's obviously one strap short of a secure white coat.
You leave a shovel laying around and people just wander into the yard to try it out.
We'll have to try that during the summer with the lawn mower.
I wonder if that will work with the washing machine and the vacuum too?
Sadly, Pseudo-Summer-Fever is a common sickness.
When days have been cold and gray so long, any sunny day above 30 degrees is mistaken for a hot summer night.
Tee shirts, flip flops, and, strangely enough, even motorcycles, suddenly appear out of nowhere.
By the end of the day, I had also been infected with a mild case of Pseudo-Summer-Fever, so I went on a bit of a walkabout to the back 40 to catch some pictures of the sunset.
Come on Gabby.
Time to go home.