I know itís still spring, but is it also still March? I walked out to the road to pick up my mail this afternoon, and the wind roaring through the eucalyptus grove sounded like a freight train going through a tunnel. Iíd been inside most of the day and had no idea it was blowing that hard, but the branches were whipping around madly, and a cloud of dust conjured out of the field across the street was moving my way like a grainy monster.
Needless to say, thatís all I needed to discourage me from doing any yard work this afternoon. I spent most of the day doing payroll, and I probably could have used a little fresh air, but this air today was a little too fresh for comfort. I didnít actually start sneezing until after I walked out to the mailbox and back, but afterward I hardly stopped.