To me, gray days mean no sun, an expectation of fog, or drizzle, or pouring rain. Staying inside for a day or eight days and quite possibly, going crazy. I like to stitch needlepoint, embroidery, and read, but that has limitations, too.
Our weather is transitioning. The temp could be in the seventies one day and, like predicted for next week, in the teens. Better have a coat or a light sweater handy. And the poor plants… *shakes head*
I have a flowering quince which had been planted in my front garden long before we moved here and likes to bloom in the first part of February. Every year, it produces the most amazing salmon-colored blossoms. If the temp is around 65, tiny bees pop by. That signals the end of winter doldrums and creeping into warmer spring.
Occasionally, Mother Nature doesn’t want to cooperate. I’ve seen the same flowering quince with frozen flowers.
Right out of high school, I worked at a local amusement park. Most of the seasonal employees began working around Spring Break, which was in the middle of March. Imagine one April morning as I set off with my sister and friend in our carpool, and my car slid on the icy road. My recently acquired baby climbed over a median and stopped. I called Dad who wasn’t so happy.
Right now, I’m craving sunshine, warmer temps, and long walks with the Adora-poos. I listen to Pandora’s BBC podcast, The History Hour, which I highly recommend. Jones chomps on dandelion fluff. Perhaps, he gets fiber. LOL. Champ noses everything, and the walk takes twice as long.
There’s an old saying in these parts—the longer the winter, the shorter the summer. Isn’t that funny? And sometimes, true.
What do you do to help relieve the Gray Day Doldrums? Are you craving Spring? Or do you rejoice?
Here is something to eliminate the gray—my new romantic comedy mystery, Temporarily out of Luck:
Great job. What man? And murder. Newly employed at Wedding Wonderland, Hattie Cooks is learning the industry from a woman she greatly admires. When her former brother-in-law is found dead in his luxury SUV, all fingers point to Hattie’s sister, who is planning her own I Dos.
Detective Allan Wellborn is caught between a rock and a hard place—Hattie’s family and investigating the murder of a well-connected Sommerville resident, the same loser who was once married to Hattie’s sister. Determining who’s the bad guy—or gal—isn’t going to be easy and sure to piss off someone.
Can Hattie beat the clock to find out who murdered Tracey’s ex before she is charged with the crime and her wedding is ruined?
Find loads of fun at: