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Ten Things of Thankful: Pleasant Springtime Edition

Springtime in the desert needs to be lived in the moment.  Summer and its oppressive heat will arrive soon enough, so looking forward isn't helpful.  For now, I will enjoy temps in the 80's and low 90's, and be thankful for springtime in the desert. 




doves cooing
lizards scurrying
breeze blowing
bunnies hopping
hummingbirds zipping
tails wagging
sun shining
flowers blooming
trees fruiting
John working


(I've used this photo of a itty, bitty baby bunny before, but thought it was worth repeating.)



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  1. One woman's spring is another's summer. Sounds like 80's and 90's are perfect summer weather for me. It's 60s and 70's here and too much rain. But, hey, the world is beautiful in any season and any temperature.

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    1. Oh, I wouldn't mind if these temps stayed through summer! :-) You are right, though--there is always beauty to be found, no matter what the season.

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  2. I like rabbits just fine, but, they are not the Mensa candidates of the animal kingdom! I say that because we have a couple of rabbit who live under our deck and on more than one occasion I'll see them sitting in the grass staring at the doors that open on to the deck (we always go out into the yard before we let Una out... make noise scold the rabbits for being too trusting etc)

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    1. No, they are not, but they sure are cute!

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  3. Spring is being temperamental here - warm (60s) one day and chilly (40s) the next. The apple trees and tulips have bloomed, and the lilacs are trying to bloom. It will be a short, dreary, cold spring. . .

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    1. Oh, I just love lilacs! I'm still waiting for the ones I have planted to really take off and thrive.

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  4. Our spring is temperamental here too. Still I don't mind waiting a bit before A/C season gets started. It's so much easier to add the fuzzy socks than it is to get cool in the summer.

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    1. Agreed. We haven't yet started up the swamp cooler, but I imagine we will need to very soon.

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  5. Summer is having a hard time getting a foothold here so far.

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    1. I don't mind a late summer and early fall. :-)

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  6. Summer is having a hard time getting a foothold here so far.

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  7. Your temperatures sound DELICIOUS (and that baby bunny pic is always worth using again :) )

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  8. wow - i would love 80's 90's weather - we haven't had those temps even in the summer for a while around here - and that is your spring - love that baby bunny ...enjoy

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    1. It is nice weather; it's the triple-digits that I haven't developed a taste for. :-)

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  9. 80s and 90s... What wonderful weather for you. These last couple days, we can't even get out of the mid-50s. And lots of rain. I'm glad someone, somewhere is getting some pleasant spring weather!

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    1. I will always accept rain, though. Want to trade for a few days?

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  10. Nothing stirs my heart like a baby bunny! My family knows--you need some classified information? Show Mom a baby bunny. Need cash? Baby bunny. You can slip a lot by me if you will only distract me with a baby bunny!

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    1. Well, the next time they try it, just come back here to this blog. This photo is FREE to look at! :-)

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  11. No such temps here yet - down in the 30s last night. Hard to believe. We've had tons of rain the last two weeks, too.
    Cute bunny!

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  12. That bunny really is cute! Glad you shared him again. Hope it is a great week!

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