I looked at the weather report recently,
and thought, "GREAT! The vegetables will really take off!" Some things really are all about perspective.
I have pretty consistently maintained over the years that I've lived in New York that I do. not. like. seasons. Well, specifically, I have always rather stubbornly said that I don't like seasons that aren't summer. I feel like, finally, I have to soften this position. I am really, really liking this spring. And I was actually ready for last year's suffocatingly hot summer to come to a close (of course, it helped that the malfunction of the air conditioner in our car coincided with one last heat wave). So, sorry Winter, although I have had a lifetime to inure myself to soggy socks and freezing temperatures, you have yet to earn my favor. But I am really getting into the other three seasons.
By the way, am I the only one who is consistently confounded when the iPhone weather picture is a sun that is dripping rain?
P.S. In other news, I re-took that GRE practice test that I took last week, and I'm just saying that I am firmly above the eightieth percentile in both verbal and math. I did not re-do the writing part yet, but I am no longer living in fear of not getting accepted into a single graduate program. Whew.