From my chair on the porch this evening I see that the neighbors across the street are grilling out. That is not necessarily odd in March in the northern climes. A hint of warm weather (anything over 40 degrees F) and folks stoke the grills to cook up burgers, brats, steaks, and the occasional chicken. What is odd is that everyone is in t-shirts. T-shirts….in March….grilling out.
Oh, look at that. There’s a new arrival. It’s great grandma carrying an envelope and … a yellow wrapped package! (Is it a dinosaur? Is it a Mrs. Potato Head?)
It’s a birthday party. A birthday party. Outside. In March. How often does that happen up here? Wonder if the moon is blue tonight.