The plastic covering on the deck is turning us into a hothouse. The temperature out there reads 32 C (88 F). Granted it may be cool enough in the coming week that we'll wish we hadn't taken down the storm windows, but what do you do when it's 26 C (80 F) degrees in the living room and you can't open the windows?
Outside the trees are leafing out, the mock cherries are getting ready to bloom and there are flowers all over the park.
I am anxious to get my greenhouse seeds started and my outside gardening areas prepared and planted, and I've been sick all week. At first I thought maybe it was just that I had done too much on two consecutive days (Friday and Saturday) but I'm beginning to suspect that I actually have a virus of some kind. Fever, aching muscles and joints, upset stomach and digestive tract and that "run down by a steam roller" feeling.
Fiddle. My "to-do" list is a mile long and there is no energy to work with at all. But there's not a thing I can do about it but wait to get better.
But the day is glorious. First day we've had when you could actually wear short sleeves or go outside without a hat and coat. We flipped from winter to summer in a single day. I may feel like poo on a stick, but I can't help but enjoy this beautiful day.