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Thursday, January 27, 2005

22 Degrees is Positively Balmy

The day before yesterday the temperature here soared to 22 degrees. It felt warm. So warm in fact that I left my coat in the car when I went into the store shopping and it seemed as though most of the other shoppers did as well. The high temperature was a welcome respite from weeks of subzero weather and snow. What good is snow when it is too cold to go outside and enjoy it?

It is strange how this happens, the perception that temperatures are warm now which would have felt bone chilling only a month or so earlier. On the first day it hits 50 degrees after a long cold winter it feels hot and we go outside in short sleeves and poke around in the gardens itching to begin planting. We go for a walk or a bike ride and try to avoid the mud of the spring thaw.

The children look forward to a few days of warm weather so they can go play on the grass again, not possible until the ground dries out. I made the mistake one year of letting the children run around and play on the lawn one warm early spring day. To make a long story short, our yard ended up looking like the mosh pit at an outdoor alternative rock concert and my children like tiny mudcovered concert goers.

My husband almost had a heart attack when he came home from work and he probably contemplated divorcing me when the realization set in the the entire yard needed to be graded, re-seeded, and re-landscaped. The lawn and all it's plantings had been turned into a vast mud wasteland. I felt bad, but it was one of those things that you don't realize is happening until it is too late to stop it.

This past Tuesday my husband was packing for a business trip in a southern state. We checked the weather before he packed and it called for high 40's to low 50's for the rest of the week. If 22 degrees feels balmy, then 50 degrees will feel tropical.

He had no idea what to pack.


1 Comments:

Blogger Ash-bray Etty-hay said...

When we lived in Iceland and it'd get up to, say, a crazy tropical 55 degrees in summertime, people would be out walking around in tank tops and shorts. We'd go to the park and see old guys stripped down to their boxers, basking in the sun.

People here wear parkas ... I shite you not ... when it dips below 70. It just goes to show, y'know?

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