We’re all guilty of it.
After being cryogenically preserved from October through April, we get a little too overly optimistic for the big thaw and warm up.
Who among us hasn’t busted out a pair of shorts and light windbreaker to go for a walk when the thermometer ekes out 45 degrees only to wonder what we were thinking when that cross breeze hits?
Ladies, those open-toed shoes and sandals come out as soon as the sidewalks and parking lots are free of slush. They pair well with a puffy coat and mittens, and there’s no shame in cozying the toes up to the space heater under the desk once we get to the office, right?. Your secret is safe.
That first sunburn? Of course you were just planning to sit on the patio for a few minutes to have a cup of coffee or iced beverage. No sunscreen needed. Tell that to the one arm and shoulder that were basking in the sun’s rays and now have a bright, distinct burn line where the shirt sleeve or shoulder strap ended.
I, too, was captivated by visions of chips, homemade salsa and mojitos on the deck with the loons singing and the lake’s glassy reflection giving a double dose of blue sky and tree line. A little too captivated.
So it happens, again. I’m off to the store to buy a six-pack of tomato plants, sweet and hot pepper plants and peppermint. The fruits of my labor now shriveled, lifeless, staring up at me with what I can only imagine is disdain.
It was so warm. So sunny. So perfectly spring when I moved the plants from their warm perch in the garage to their outdoor beds.
But, alas, it’s Minnesota. It’s May. Frost happens. And it did.