Ten days into March and the weather feels more like late spring or early summer from my childhood. This week we have seen 80’s over and over again. So far the March winds (which began blowing in November) have kept the house reasonably comfortable. I don’t like to think about what this will mean for summer though.

Last evening my wife warned that the she had heard it would be getting cold again by the end of the week though. The thought gave me hope even as I listened to the dread in her voice. When I went out and checked the forecast though most of the hope gave way to awe…Awe at the weather forecaster who considers the 50’s as cold. I know my wife will be uncomfortable starting her day in the 50’s, even though she loves that temperature when she is standing on a mountain porch with her morning coffee.

It has been dry here for longer than I care to think about. Even when we get some rain it’s never much moore than a dust settler. They are promising a chance of rain at the end of the week. If it manages to fall here, I’ll start thinking about breaking the new garden. Right now all I would be doing is stirring up dust.

One of the things I’ve noticed this winter has been the number of days when the humidity has been down in the 20-30% range. For this close to the Gulf of Mexico having low humidity even when the winds are blowing in of the water is very unusual…

All over town the azaleas are blooming. The bluebonnets on the sides of the highway underpass have been blooming for two weeks already. I need to find out what is happening in Austin County…It might be time for a wildflower pilgrimage.