In the spring I have counted one hundred and thirty-six different kinds of weather inside of four and twenty hours. ~Mark Twain
I joined what seemed like the rest of Shreveport out on a walk yesterday in the early evening. I was trying to help slim one of our widening chihuahuas as well as give our ticky terrier mix a release of energy. As I walked, the smells of spring were in the air. Blossoms, buds, and bees are showing up already, getting a little help from the 82 degree temperature today. The crazy thing is that our early summer temps disappeared some time last night while we slept, bringing in a cold reminder that winter hasn’t given up yet. Mark Twain must have lived in Shreveport.