They say it's spring. Yesterday's calendar clearly says "First Day of Spring."
Don't believe everything you read.
Yesterday might have been the first day of spring, but you wouldn't have known it looking out the window. It was cloudy and rainy and there was even a thin layer of snow on my car when I left for work yesterday morning. Spring? I think not.
But spring is coming. We all know that, right? At some point the weather will be nice - the sun will shine, the grass will turn green, the air will be warm and we'll leave our coats at home. People will open windows and let the pleasant air into their homes that have been shut up since November. We'll think about having a picnic. We'll break out the grills and go for walks and it'll be great.
For a day or two.
Then the temperatures will be too warm. The windows will be closed and the air conditioning turned on. We'll start complaining about how hot and, in some places, humid it is. We won't want to go outside because "we'll melt." (Only snowmen and ice sculptures can say that in absolute truth, though.) We'll search for the pool's hours and try to figure out how long we can stay after work.
And the next thing you know, it'll be fall. Football will start and temperatures will start to drop. Then winter hits and we deal with snow, treacherous surfaces and wondering if we'll get a snow day. And then you turn around and it's spring again.
