Yesterday was sunny and almost 70 degrees outside. When we went out, I started with a jacket and a sweater over a long-sleeved shirt. I worked my way down from there until I'd shed the jacket and sweater.
Nobody really knows what to think. It's been mild all December and January. After having three harsh winters in a row, we love it--but we're all suspicious. You can't really trust Mother Nature, if you know what I mean. The trees are confused, the birds are out chirping every morning, and I'm tempted to start my spring cleaning.
Yet this nagging feeling says, "Don't believe it! Don't give in!"
It's coming. I can feel it. We're not going to escape it. It's going to strike when we least expect it--like, say, during spring break.
For now...I'm going to enjoy it.
How's winter this year for you? Like usual? Worse? Wonderful?