Remember winter? (This was taken March 31, which can easily still be winter in The Great Frozen North.) The frigid season will come again, and if the complaints about the heat that I have been reading all over blog land are any indication, it might feel kinda good. One characteristic of my northern heritage is that round about mid- to late July I start to have the tiniest twinge of longing for cooler weather. Summer is a phantasmagoria that passes in a dream of heat, sweat, tall glasses of iced tea, and beach
time. Reality is the rest of the year: cold feet, warm woolens, snuggling under an afghan, snow and ice.
Have a great weekend, and enjoy your summer as long as it lasts!
