It’s 73 here in Charleston. I couldn’t believe how warm it was this morning when I stepped onto the balcony. I got to wear a short sleeved-shirt and open-toed shoes today.
It’s 73 today in New Orleans, with lots of humidity. I keep waiting for even one day this year when it will be cold enough to wear gloves. Maybe for the early Mardi Gras night parades, but otherwise it feels like spring. The rose bush on the side of the house and the azaleas in the back yard think it’s spring, too.
I was just down there. I left scenic Atlanta in the middle of a cold snap, wearing my jacket and sweatpants. I got down there and it’s 78 at the end of December. Madness!
We topped 80 in Orange Park - at least according to the thermometer in my daughter’s Beetle. I’ve had the windows open all day! I may leave them open all night - it’s just supposed to drop to the high 50s.
Warm tomorrow, too - which is good because we have yard work to do.
It hit 12 degrees Celsius in Toronto today. It was a beautiful early-spring day, humid, some sun, some clouid. The willows looked like they were ready to bud, and I’m sure I saw green in plowed fields on my way to my dad’s yesterday.
There’s only one problem. It’s friggin’ January 3rd! It’s supposed to be twelve below, not twelve above!!! We should be locked in ice and snow, not enjoying the smell of moist earth and the sound of birdsong!
It’s supposed to get cold (i.e., drop to somewhat seasonal temperatures) tomorrow, and snow. We’ll see.
I’m reminded of Michael Moore’s book Stupid White Men where he freaks out about the warm weather in January. People are saying “Wow, it’s great to have it so warm in January.” Moore reproves them: “It isn’t supposed to be warm in January! Something’s out of kilter!” I don’t remember his exact words, but it was something like that.
I enjoyed the warm weather as well, but I’m thinking Mother Nature will slam us MAD’s with an unexpected blizzard in late March-early April right when we least expect it.