It's February 2nd and it's gorgeously sunny and although I turned on the heat for a while this morning, now all my windows are open and it's 57 degrees.
And it's February 2nd.
In Toronto, where I lived for 17 years, it's about 32 and goes into the 20's at night. And it gets grey, grey, grey. And spring doesn't show up til late May. Sometimes for Easter dinner, we'd go out and dig up a crocus out of the snow to put on the table.
Pathetic. I don't miss that at all.
Life is not a picnic here. Both the country and me are in sync, serious-economy-downturn-wise. That worries me muchly.
But the weather and the geography....so damn nice.