The sun was shining brightly as I looked out the window this morning. The birds were singing and the cats were lounging in various locations, taking sun baths. It looked like a nice, warm spring day out there.
But looks can be deceiving.
I wanted to do some more clean-up in the garden, so I got dressed, put my jacket on, grabbed my new green leather gloves I'd gotten yesterday at Walmart and my Felcos. As I headed out the back door, I glanced at the outdoor thermometer.
TWENTY-EIGHT DEGREES?? "It's too cold," I said to myself as I stepped outside.
"Oh really?" said the Stokesia.
"What's that?" asked the Geranium 'Samobor.'
"Too cold for what?" the delphinium wanted to know.
"Who's cold?" asked the creeping thyme.
"Not us," answered the Asiatic lilies.
"We're not cold," declared the Veronica 'Aztec Gold.'
"Did someone say it's too cold?" asked the variegated oregano.
"What a weenie," snickered the Primula, as it prepared to bloom.
Okay, okay. Never mind . . .