The latter part of May in Maine, and much of the Northeast, was dismal. Drizmal, even. Upper level low pressure kept pulling in cool, moist air for the better part of two weeks and only just barely let up in time for Memorial Day. After a week or so of warm, even hot, and sunny weather – just long enough to mow the jungle that used to be a lawn – we seem to be back in the zone. All things considered, I think I’d rather be in this zone than the stormy midsection of the eastern U.S., or the sweltering south, but that doesn’t seem like much.
Not much of a post, I suppose, complaining about the weather. And here’s another thing: As it turns out, Mark Twain probably didn’t come up with, “Everyone talks about the weather, but no one does anything about it.”