Day after day, blue skies and light breezes encourage lunches under the pine trees, after-work walks, and lazy evenings on the porch. The weather is perfect.

Unfortunately, while it’s not too good to be true, but it is too good to be good. Lurking behind these beautiful days is the drought that’s making all the clear skies possible. It’s the driest spring since the Dust Bowl, apparently, and the 3rd driest spring on record.

Even knowing this, though, I’m unable to entirely begrudge the perfection. I’m glad to be able to sit one my porch in the evenings, snuggled in a warm wrap, with a book and a laptop in easy reach.

I wish the things I want and enjoy weren’t so often both good and unfortunate, or good and impossible.