Gorgeous, Sister, simply Gorgeous

Weather. At what age do we start to really care about the weather. I used to think it was an old farmer thing. But unless I'm channeling the spirit of Grandpa Marxer, I'd say, we really do reach an age where the weather matters. Today is gorgeous. Doors and windows open, breeze blowing through. I had to take my coat off halfway up the hill. Just gorgeous. Spring has sprung in all her glory. Love this time of year.