Shut the Front Door ... Day 64... You are my sunshine.

Hey!

Day 64.

Lookin' Good!

(Boy if that doesn't sound creepy)

Anyway,

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.

Hmmm.

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.