Well, while I write this post from the fireside, buried under a blanket and checking the forecast hourly for any signs that the snow will end shortly, why not look back on slightly less cold days from a few weeks ago.
I thought I was freezing on this particular afternoon when it was 35F/1.6C. It was cold, so cold in fact that we decided to pack up and go home after only two outfits because we were shivering and the sun was setting. Now, at 8F/-13C this seems like a pleasantly mild spring day. It's all about perspective.
With all my talk about the weather lately, I'm beginning to feel like a junior meteorologist or some kind of weather groupie, but rest assured, as soon as this dreadful storm finally passes, I will have other things to talk about again....mainly spring and how great it is not to be cold all the time.
