These sunny-side Marlborough Street crocuses can survive today's snow.
I also got a sunburned head; I had packed my baseball cap and straw hats away with our summer clothes. The weather has no business being that warm until there are leaves on the trees to shelter us from strong sunlight.
It's obvious that I'm still in recovery from last summer's terrible, too-long heatwave, and the thought of sweating in sunshine any time soon makes me grouchy. My husband recently pointed out that I would want to retire somewhere chilly, like Maine, while he would want to retire somewhere warm, like Florida.
Florida? The horror! It's a good thing neither of us will ever retire (assuming I find a job to retire from.) I won't be able to afford to retire, and he loves his work too much to ever give it up.
On a brisk day, I look forward to walking a few miles, and then I like coming home, roasting a chicken, and simmering a pot of soup. I can't do that during the long, hot summers. In August, I just sit around, reading listlessly, drinking iced tea, eating cookies. Heck, I can do that in any weather. That sounds like a good idea right about now, even with soup on the stove. Bring on the cookies and iced tea.
Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow.