Spring. Seriously.

It is 10:39 a.m. and it is a glorious 60 degrees in sunny Chicago.

"What the hell?" you ask, "Sunny Chicago? In March? You've got to be kidding."

I kid you not. The high is 72 degrees. In March. Seriously. Just last week, we were scraping ice from our back steps and today, my toes are feeling wiggly for flip-flops.

But I'm smarter than that. And I know how easily a snowstorm can blow through April in this city. I dare not jinx the possibility of spring.

As I walked Lil E to co-op today, my mind fast-forwarded to afternoons at the park, leisurely walks to Starbucks, sitting on my back deck with a cup of coffee and my laptop while I look out over the trees and the neighborhood. Ahhhh...

Tomorrow, though, we will likely be back to our winter coats and fleece gloves. While I won't guarantee that my digging  out my favorite flip-flops, I will gladly shove my jacket into the stroller basket to feel a bit of breeze on the back of my neck as I walk along. Slowly, slowly along.

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Comments

[Ivy]

It's a nice, toasty 82 degrees here in the Music City. :D

[Susan]

It was like that here in St. Louis today, too, but I broke out the sandals. I hate wearing socks. I have about 20 pairs of sandals, and 1 brand new pair of winter shoes that I bought because I realized I really need to throw away all of my winter shoes (all 2 pairs). Even if it gets cold again, I need to enjoy sandal weather whenever it is available!

[Susan]

It was like that here in St. Louis today, too, but I broke out the sandals. I hate wearing socks. I have about 20 pairs of sandals, and 1 brand new pair of winter shoes that I bought because I realized I really need to throw away all of my winter shoes (all 2 pairs). Even if it gets cold again, I need to enjoy sandal weather whenever it is available!