When Vermont was a weekend, rather than longer-term, visit for us, spring was interesting. We'd leave the 50 degree rain and drive north, where it was the same. Then, the next weekend, we'd leave the 50 degree rain and drive north, where it was in the sixties and sunny. Then, the weekend after that, we'd leave the 50 degree rain and drive north, where it was in the low seventies. And so forth.
My favorite Boston trick is the one whereby there's a weekend in March that's sunny and in the seventies. Everyone's outside in shorts and t-shirts, full of smiles and hope. And then, three days later, there's a Nor'easter. Followed by another one. And another. Followed by three months of lingering crap.
There used to be some sort of Red Sox metaphor involved, I think.
My favorite Boston trick is the one whereby there's a weekend in March that's sunny and in the seventies. Everyone's outside in shorts and t-shirts, full of smiles and hope. And then, three days later, there's a Nor'easter. Followed by another one. And another. Followed by three months of lingering crap.
There used to be some sort of Red Sox metaphor involved, I think.