Mark Twain said, "In the Spring I have counted 136 different kinds of weather inside of 24 hours."
We clung to the 'prediction' made by an over-commercialized part of Pennsylvania folklore named Punxsutawney Phil that we would, he 'claimed', see an early Spring.
And slowly, with each passing day of grey skies and temperatures in the 30's, with overnight lows in the 20's, with a tease of sunshine then clouds, then partly sunny skies, then hail, then flurries in the higher elevations that sometimes showed up in the lower ones, we waited.
And waited until the possiblity of an early Spring was no longer a possibility.
In fact we waited so long that ultimately a prosecutor in Ohio sought to being Phil up on charges of fraud or whatever charge might be brought against a rodent who we pretend predicts weather and who we pretend angers us when his prediction is off the mark.
But as Spring always does, it has finally arrived.
We're still not out of the 'Jeez, yesterday it was 68 degrees, today I don't think we hit 48' woods but I guess that's the nature of Springtime.
It's great to leave the house without a coat. It's nice to not notice a temperature change from indoors to outdoors. And thoughts of SPF 30 aside, doesn't the sun feel good?