I stuck my head out the door Easter morning, and was greeted by the sound of chirping birds and — more importantly — the feel of the sun’s warmth. It was, I decided, finally time.
Time to go topless.
And so I did.
I went topless to church Sunday, and that felt so good that I went topless to work Monday, too.
They say that “If you don’t like the weather in Tennessee, wait five minutes.” Truthfully, “they” say that about every state. But it’s especially true within North America’s transitional zone for weather, and Tennessee sits directly within that transitional zone.
Never has that saying been more accurate than this spring. We’ve experienced record warmth and record cold — within days of one another. And last week, just five days before topless weather finally arrived, we saw our latest accumulating snow in more than a half-century here in Oneida. The following morning, we dropped to a record 27 degrees, which wasn’t cold enough to do much harm to blooming fruit trees and other flowering trees — as first feared — but was plenty cold enough to kill hostas and a variety of other garden and landscaping favorites.
But mother nature made up for that curve ball with a truly beautiful Easter weekend, and if long-range meteorologists are worth their salt, ol’ man winter has finally given up the ghost — spring is here to stay.
After the winter we’ve had, the first tick I find crawling on my arm will almost be a welcomed relief. In fact, I experienced my first mosquito bite of the season Sunday and almost didn’t squash his sorry blood-sucking self with the palm of my hand. (But just almost.)
Crappie are biting, bluegill will soon be spawning, and there are dozens of sandy spots along the BSF river bank just begging to have a tent pitched and a campfire lit.
And my Jeep top is stored away in the basement, where it will stay until October. (What kind of topless did you think I was talking about?)