What Spring?

Two weeks ago, the evenings chilled us as we headed outdoors. Medium jackets were necessary and everyone was excited about what great weather must have touched the slopes of Tahoe before the next weekend trips. This morning, at 10am, I was braving the strong sunlight, sweating in my car on the way to work. If the dress code were programmer-lax, I would have opted for shorts.

Notice something? We have clearly missed a vital stage here. We skipped from winter straight into summer. What about the pastel blues and greens in seasonal fashion? What about the flowers blooming and light, warm showers to gently sprinkle upon them? What about warm breezes that prelude the distant coming of dog days? What about the kind of days that let you comfortably picnic in the park, and kindle that puppy love of our youth?