Spring in New York is nothing short of moody. She comes and goes: ruining picnics, tricking me into thinking that I can wear tank tops and turning cold just when I've decided to leave my sweater. Today she stayed sunny and warm until we reached our destination on the top of a hill - valley spread out beneath us - then she started storming while we were admiring the view. I think she found it rather humorous: the two of us hurrying home in our shorts, tank tops and flip flops. She had us fooled!
1 comment:
as my dad has always said, "don't let 'em trick you!!"
it's never spring 'til it's sprung!! it can't hurt to take a sweater!
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