I have a theory, or maybe it's an opinion and that is there are probably only two weeks in the spring and the same in the fall when the weather is perfect--not four months of perfect weather like some people think...only about four weeks, two in the spring and two in the fall.
I think we're in one of the perfect weeks right now. It was so nice outside tonight that my wife and I decided to take a walk around the neighborhood and I took along my camera to photograph it.
We saw flowers,
And a piece of a tree fused into a power line.
We looked up and down streets,
And tasteful curbside decor.
We got home just as the sun was setting below the lake--another beautiful end to a day that just happened to fall within one of those four beautiful weeks of weather, at least, where we live.