Our new catalog is out today (and I gotta finish this and scurry over to finish getting the web copy up), and my copy came in the mail yesterday. At the end of it I write a short "Speaking of Books" column, the point of which is that I speak of every thing other than books -gives the catalog that nice personal touch that folks seem to like.
But I digress...
The column, of course, was written about 10 days ago (to be precise, it was written Friday, May 5th) and I was horrified to re-read it yesterday and find that I wrote-
"Spring has finally sprung at Foggygates, with the azaleas that ring the deck giving way to lilacs and finally the rhododendrons which are here, there and everywhere. I bought hardwood charcoal for the grill today, which is probably a good way of assuring a solid week of rain, but the writing is on the wall- the outdoor festivities can begin."
What was I thinking???
Of course it's been raining ever since I wrote that, and a look at this morning's five-day shows rain forecast right through Saturday.
So, my apologies to everyone. I have, yet again, pissed off the weather gods. You'd have thought I'd have learned sumthin' after the Blizzard of '78...
Memo to Rain Gods- we need some sunshine. The ferns are starting to mold.