Spring is here, and with a vengeance

It’s crazy-hot here now and it’s not even June yet.

Summer started early this year. Like, practically in January. Seriously. The only snow I saw all winter was in March when I went up into the mountains of Norway, where I stayed in a 400-hundred-year-old cabin and slept under reindeer skins and had a storybook sauna that culminated in running starkers from the sauna out onto the side of the snowy mountain and taking a snow bath. (Best. Feeling. Ever, I might add. If you’ve never done this, do it! My body was so happy for the rest of the day I can’t even tell you. Katy and Endorphin Rush, sittin’ in a tree …)

Anyway, I digress. Which is actually fine, because I don’t have much to say except “Hey! Where’d my winter go?” and “Hey! Why was it 30C [86F, for you Americanos] on May 25th? That cray-cray!” So after our non-winter, we’re having non-spring, or maybe bulked-up steroid-gobbling spring, spring with a vengeance, uber spring, spring in drag as summer. It’s bad, I know it is, and if we’re having July temperatures in May, I shudder to think what July temperatures will be like. Probably like July temperatures on Venus. And I won’t like that. Lord no, I won’t.

But the world is full of green and growing things right now, and baby things, and it’s very, very pretty. Very very.