I flew down to Texas last weekend because I couldn't go spring break. Mom's list of "things to do" had gotten longer in the intervening days. Good Friday was hot and sunny. A cold snap turned the weekend into a raining, drizzling, chilly mess. No one in Texas would dare complain about rain, so I made the best of it sloshing through mud in Rio's lot.
And then, before you knew it, we were heading back to the airport and I was home right in time for pine pollen season. Life is so sweet.