You will notice the weather stick reigned alone last December!
It’s been a perky fellow for a while now; so I took my camera to work today to take some pictures. Here it is about nine in the morning. Notice the skepticism of the road crew; they’ve added a beat up old thermometer to the mix, just to be sure of what they’re seeing. It probably is about sixty degrees.
Noonish. I’m about to go home. The stick thinks it’s warm and sunny. However, it’s not eighty degrees.
I went around the building to get the outdoor view. I guess Vermont knows the weather. It’s not a hundred degrees, I assure you. I need to mention to the road crew that thing is ruining the view!
It’s such a beautiful day, here’s the town hall. 1887. The remaining example of stick architecture in the Western Reserve. I think the windows are sublime.
On the way home. The golfers glared at me. Lighten up.
I passed a bicycle. The road will be packed with them later in the afternoon.
Daffodils starting up in the field.
A volunteer crocus. Some squirrel forgot.
Daffodils in the woods. Another squirrel forgot.