“March comes in like a lion and out like a lamb” is a phrase I remember from my childhood. Winter in our part of Northern California meant monsoon like rain rather than snow. Here March and spring means heat and the beginning of the warm months.
Last week the weather was just perfect, warm enough to swim during the day but cool enough to sleep under a blanket (or at least under a sheet). I almost envied those Merida natives who had flocked to the beach for semana santa. Monday, a new frente frio came in. I’m glad that I was slow in putting away my winter woolies or what passes for winter woolies for me. As I type this I am wearing a long sleeve button down shirt and have a (light weight) sweater draped around my neck, preppy style. I was wearing the sweater earlier but felt too warm after awhile. Using it as a scarf seems to be working better.
My only problem with the weather recently is it’s unreliability. I am feeling tempted to plant seeds. Normally, anything planted this time of year gets vaporized by May. My first year, I was totally dismayed to find that plants that had seemed healthy and thriving in the morning had died a horrible death during the day. The abutilon that I had planted looked like steamed spinach. I had never seen such overcooked vegetation outside of a 1960s British cooking show, and never while still in the ground. Last year, the humidity held off until August, I could have planted with impunity.
Having lived in Las Vegas, I am not much of a gambler. However, I think I am going to roll the dice, and plant some seeds. Wish me luck!