No, I ain't sellin' out!
Wednesday, February 26, 2014
The wind is blowing and I like it. I don't mind the gusts that rock the truck and try to grab the hat off my head. The churning of the atmosphere is fine with me today because I can tell the warm south air is a harbinger of spring. I know that warm is subjective; it is not warm like a biscuit or sitting in the sun; it is warm compared to cold.