It was a good week in Biff-land. Most of it was spent within the bosom of the taupe-colored walls of my office at work. However, elsewhere June was busting out all over, even though it is only early March. Apparently June was misinformed and, eager to get an early jump on things, decided to bust a move. Unfortunately, she is just going to have to gather up her skirts, reload, and prepare to bust out again at a later date, because it is far too early in the year for that sort of behavior.
As I drove home from work today, I passed a hill (just an embankment, really) and it was already lush green and dotted with crimson clover, bluebonnets, firewheels, and other assorted Texas wildflowers. It was a very beautiful sight! I was nearly tempted to pull over to the side of the road, get out of my truck, and recreate the opening scene from “Little House on the Prairie” in which they are all running down the hillside of wildflowers while dodging the scrolling credits. However, I may have mentioned that this is Texas and the sight of something gamboling down a hillside in spring may have resulted in gunfire because something huntable is always in season here. And anyway, gamboling is illegal in Texas. One must go up to the casinos in Oklahoma for such debauchery. (And so now you know about my gamboling addiction.)
The weather chappies (and chappettes) a few days ago promised us a weekend full of rain. I awoke this morning to a dense fog (one that was not all in my head this time) and so things were looking promising. However, that burned off quickly and we were left with a warm, sunny day. It is beginning to look like our weekend of rain is going to get … well … sunned out. (Can rain be rained out?) This is disappointing to us all, for the sprint is on to get as much rain as possible between now and mid-May to fill up the lakes before the giant taps in the sky are turned off and we are forced to endure the next five or six months of extreme dryness.
Be all that as it may, I am going to try to force myself to enjoy this beautiful, gorgeous, extremely clement weather. It will be difficult, but I will do what I can. No promises, though.