There’s something invigorating about Spring, which is a terrible cliché, but it’s also quite true.
We just had the most beautiful weekend here in Alberta. After a week of -1’s to about 5 degrees Celsius, it suddenly shot up to 25 degrees. We threw open the doors and windows and you could feel everything taking in a deep breath of fresh air. The cats didn’t know what to do with themselves. They vibrated, while shuttling between the front door and the back, chittering at the birds, the squirrels, the birds, the neighbours….
No one has got around to mowing their lawn yet, it’s too soon in the season, but that smell is one of the most delicious smells of summer.
I don’t know what it was like in the rest of north America, but I suspect it was just as much of a knockout weekend for everyone else, because my sales show a real dip. Everyone was outside. No one was inside, surfing the net or reading.
But that’s okay. The season with the name that makes me shudder; the season for “light summer reading” is on its way, and apparently my books are perfect for that. Do not get me started on a discussion about “light summer reading” (as opposed to what everyone reads for the rest of the year) because I’ll blow a brain gasket or something – it has to be one of the most offensive terms thought up by a marketing department in decades – but instead, enjoy the first truly summer-like weather of the year.
I am.
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