“Has not my hand made all these things,
and so they came into being?”
declares the LORD.
“This is the one I esteem:
he who is humble and contrite in spirit,
and trembles at my word.
I hate to beat this dead horse, cause it seems like nobody in the Seattle area has anything else to talk about besides the weather, but a bunch of trees on my route have burst into flower. For the record, it’s February 18, but I smell spring when I ride by those flowering trees.
Although the temperature dipped toward freezing last night (note: no agreement exists in our household on whether it actually hit 32°F or not, since some members foolishly trust in thermometer on the back porch, which is at least as old as the monkey puzzle tree and as a result cannot possibly accurately tell the temperature anymore), now I find myself not needing a jacket outside. The sun feels delightfully warm, the online temperature read an astonishing 56°F at its peak, and I expect to flash my dazzlingly white legs (LEGS! What did you think I was going to say?) on my ride home tonight.
Yet another reason I love this move to Seattle: Shorts in February.