Including our freak record high last Saturday, our high temperatures have been about 2 and half degrees below the average so far in April (4 degrees not counting Saturday). Mike is calling it winter2. While memories of last year are not necessarily objective when you’re waiting impatiently for the warm weather to get here already, I’m pretty certain it wasn’t this cold in April in Bellingham last year. Of course some of the early spring plants, which have sprung up wholly without help from me or anyone else, don’t care:

And the tree outside our bedroom window had buds/flowers(?) out, and we’ve seen more birds lately too. It’s just decidedly not warm yet.

For the most part, I do like Seattle’s climate, or at least the results of it. It’s never unbearably hot. I love that the grass and many of the plants stay green all year, yet I still get fall color.  I like snow, but it’s nice not having to switch tires and navigate what would be treacherous hills if they were routinely covered in ice.

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And now for a cool lumpy sounding word of the day: troglobite: a creature that lives entirely in the dark parts of caves.