I'm blogging about the weather

Oscar Wilde said that only the most boring, unimaginative people talk about the weather. I am one of those people. It's most unfortunate. However, since it's spring time and the weather couldn't be nicer, I feel like it is a crime to be forced to blog inside on such days. This is the kind of weather that makes me want to be in victorian England taking a stroll down a country lane, picking wild flowers beneath ancient trees while handsome men ride by in coats atop gleaming black steads. That sounds a lot better than blogging.