spring forward... fast forward
It got hot. We still have our storm windows down and the down comforter on the bed, and it reached 80+ degrees upstairs in our house yesterday. Even so, I didn't feel right about leaving the window (screen by then safely in place) open when I went to bed. What if it got cold?! I didn't want to get sick from the breeze blowing over me! Clearly, I'm failing to adapt to the rapidity of the changing conditions.
The plants outside are adapting with some rapidity, however. I can't remember any other springs to compare, but it certainly seems like the budding leaves are moving faster that usual. Our flower tree—weeping cherry or something—was entirely bare the day before yesterday, and now it's all over in flowers. And I have no doubt they'll all be gone by the end of the day tomorrow. Rhododendrons too are moving fast; what other years have we seen crocuses and rhododendrons out at the same time? In a way it's sad that everything's going so quick—spring is the best time of year hear, and it's a shame to have to miss it because of finals!—but on the other hand I'd sure appreciate some leaves on the trees. 85° is bad enough; 85° with no shade is entirely unbearable.
Yes, until you convince Leah to start writing again you're just going to have to read me commenting on the weather. What can I say? I find it fascinating.