In case you’re wondering, that’s not lint on the front of my sweater; it’s sheet moss from a plant I delivered this afternoon (hashtag florist problems).
This morning, C and I left the house before the sun came up to do a downtown walking tour with some folks from city government. It was cold. Teeth-chattering, steam-breathing, can’t-write-the-notes-you’re-supposed-to-take-as-Main-Street-secretary (oops) icy.
By lunch, it was 70 degrees and I burned up in this sweater running deliveries all over town.
Florida, I don’t know what to do with you.