It's March now. The rest of the world is smelling spring around the corner so I thought I did too. Until some native New Englanders said, it's only March, meaning snow could possibly still happen.But we did enjoy a little bit of a springy winter, meaning it was warm enough to play outside in the snow but it hasn't been warm enough consistently for the snow to turn into gross slush.
With the talk lately for warmer weather (warmer = 40), I've been recounting to many New England friends and acquaintances here how literally, it will be 55 degrees and we, the preschool park bunch that we used to lunch with everyday, would say that it was too cold to let the kids to play outside. Most New Englanders belt out a big guffaw hearing that.
I'm proud to say our skin is a little thicker (or unfortunately, more well-insulated) now that today I let the kids run outside in 47 degree weather without a coat. Kind of reminds me of how I gasped when the boys' schools said the windchill had to go into the 20's before they declare recess indoors instead of out. Now I can understand that after a monthlong of 20 degree highs, 30's was sounding pretty darn comfy and 40's was pretty darn balmy.
This weekend is supposed to be mid-50's. Break out the shorts!
