Last year, we gathered the children together and braved the freezing cold of May and June to play Tee Ball at Pine Bank just up the hill from Jamaica Pond. Popsicles seemed a cruel irony to close the games we did play while rain and sleet cancelled others. But this week in Boston has been surreal. Temperatures in the 80s–and even today, a “cooler day” drew crowds to parks and sent us all in search of shorts and short sleeve shirts. The campus of Northeastern, the esplanade, all over Boston, I rode a bike through a sea of people enjoying summer in March.
I spent seven years in California and the weather was undeniably awesome. But you kind of got used to it. It was so everyday. But in Boston, the exception is celebrated. 83 degrees in March is special. In past years, the ground was still hidden by snow; today, crocuses spring forth and magnolias bloom in an explosion of Spring. People are everywhere.
I think we return to normal this weekend. And perhaps we will get some cruel payback with an April Fool’s blizzard. But this week has been pretty awesome.