Spring has been unseasonably cold. Cold and damp. Damp most of the time, cold always.
I have not got out of black shoes and fuzzy coats yet, and it's mid-April. Until Saturday.
Warmth was predicted days in advance. We all walked around buzzing "20!" (this referring to degrees Celsius). Giddy with hopefulness we shivered through the week, almost afraid to believe it could happen.
Saturday arrived. By 9am it was 11 degrees outside. By early afternoon it was 22. We opened all of the windows to the house to let the warm, fresh air in. Flowers bloomed. Cherry blossoms popped. It was instant spring. In our car, we rolled down all of the windows and let our hair blow. We saw kids wearing shorts and bathing suit tops outdoors. We stood on the balcony and blinked.
Sunday morning it rained a bit, then warmed again. Another beautiful day!
Today it rains again, but I'm sure it's not so chilly. Maybe I can put away my black shoes and fuzzy coat.
question: are you warm?
mompoet - talking about the weather is boring, but this is momentous to us