It was 36 degrees F here in Tacoma early this morning. Should get up into the mid 50’s degrees F this afternoon. The snow is up in the mountains where it belongs.
I’m in Sourhern California. In my lifetime, it has only ever snowed here one time. That was in 1967. My brother ran out into the back yard and made a snowball. We kept that snowball in our freezer for years and would show it to the neighbor kids.
Sixty-four degrees on the front porch, sunny and clear. Flowering trees in bloom or past, tender yellow-green leaves unfurling. Plenty of pollen. Plenty of sourgrass. Spring in Northern California.
If you think I’m gloating, though, I’m just warding off homesickness. Haven’t seen a good snowstorm in decades. Like ‘em better in January, though, than April, when I want to see forsythia.
It’s raining in Toronto. They promise/threaten thunderstorms overnight, and gale force winds tomorrow. Then snow for Thursday and Friday. Oh joy oh bliss.