Today I intend to move the patio furniture back outside.
Not all of it, mind you. It's still too windy for the lightweight chairs. I mean, it is March, after all. And I might hesitate on the zero-gravity chair since it still looks brand new. The round metal table, though? It's time.
So, when it snows a mighty blizzard next week or the week after, when Mother Nature takes a giant white dump all over eastern Massachusetts this spring, I am responsible.
I risk the wrath of the season. I chuckle in the face of storms. I dare to put out my patio furniture.
Blame me.
