Drizzle Drizzle

We had a winter weather bomb hit today, which is a refreshing change of pace, even for a spring fever junkie who is always chomping at the bit for warm weather at this time of year. But Tucson is pretty predictable; I knew March would give us at least one more bout of chilly weather before swaggering right into 90 degree weather and cloudless skies. And Tucson delivered. Here is my view, right this moment, from my sofa right now:

I woke up this morning feeling like our little house was a wind-battered ship out at sea, the gusts were so ferocious. And to think my dear husband, his brother and friends were out camping in that crap. I pulled Alex out of her crib, opened the shutters in our bedroom and we snuggled under the covers, gazing out at the rain. What a difference 24 hours can make. 

Anyways, as much as I enjoy and look forward to balmy days with the windows thrown open and screen doors in position to catch breezes and birdsong, it's always nice to wear warm fuzzy socks, have a hot bowl of soup for lunch and doze to the sound of rain pattering on your roof.