Tilla, one of my dogs, has a new thing he does:  he will nudge me to walk him and I find out he does not have to do anything outside.  He wants another ride in my car.  That is something new I discovered about him not too long ago–he loves car rides.  And he keeps asking for another one.  He loves standing on the passenger side and wagging his tail contentedly and looking outside the window and smiling at me.  If dogs can smile?!  He keeps hoping he will go for another ride.  I decided tomorrow I would go fishing and take him along with me.  He will get another car ride.  Finally.

I am being blessed by this weather.  The next seven days it will be in the seventies.  Praise the Lord!  I will just enjoy it.  It has not been too long ago that the weather was unbearably hot, so I will just enjoy today’s weather.  And appreciate the mild weather and who knows I may, even, go fishing.

Spring finally arrived. Today was its entrance. The forecast said it would hit seventy today. The sky was perfectly blue with not a cloud in the sky and all I wanted to do was go fishing.

There was one small detail to overcome–I had not gotten my license yet but you get the idea how beautiful the first day of spring was. The countdown was over.

And I know it will have arrived for good when the days melt into each other and I no longer think about spring. We creatures take the weather for granted awfully quick but not too long.

This is a temperate climate. And the weather changes before you know it. Today I will celebrate spring. At least, for one day.

I know spring must be coming I want to go fishing.  I am ready to get my fishing license.  I don’t like fishing in the cold but the weather has been gradually warming so I am ready.  Most days are in the forties and fifties occasionally hitting the sixties so I am thinking about it.  I will take out my tackle box and check all my equipment.  I know the first day that hits seventy and the sky is a deep blue I will want to be somewhere casting my baited line.  I am ready.

I don’t want to squander the seventy degree day in the middle of November.  I checked the ten day forecast–still warm for this time of year.  Today it is going to hit seventy.  It is very unusual to have a day this warm this late in Autumn.

I want to do something unusual this day before the daylight runs out.  I have about five hours left before it gets dark.  Perhaps I will go fishing somewhere I have never been.  It can’t be too far away but I don’t want to waste this unexpected mild weather.

Weather is all by grace.  People complain about the weather all the time.  I just want to accept whatever comes my way.  The weather is always by grace.  I know cold weather will come.  This day is by serendipity.  I will just take advantage of it.