I don’t know about you, but when I’m in the US it seems like spring doesn’t come soon enough, and when it comes it’s always a good thing. But here, well, it’s a different story.
You see, it’s February 16th and spring has already sprung. Sadly, spring came about a week ago. I remember going to church on February 2nd and being chilly on the way there and still being chilly most of the way through church. It was most wonderful and probably the coldest day of the winter. (Yes, I did ride to church on my motorcycle. No, I wasn’t wearing a sweatshirt or anything. I was enjoying the breeze in my skirt, my shirt with very thin sleeves, and my flip flops. That’s what I wear in the winter, or really any time of the year for that matter.)
But now spring has sprung. How do I know? Well, instead of the lovely cold weather of winter, in which we have lows in the 60s and highs in the 90s, now the lows are in the 70s and the highs are around 100. And over the next few months, it will just keep getting hotter until about the only thought in your brain, day or night, is, “It’s hot.”
That’s why I love the lovely winter here. And why I’m sad that spring has already sprung.