It's 83 degrees in Seattle today. Which just makes me believe in this global warming thing even more. When I moved here ten years ago, May was pretty much a long, slow rainstorm. I wore long sleeved shirts until mid-June those first couple years. And now we're having a warm-to-hot, semi-arid spring.
I'm certain it's not raining as much this year as in years past. I have some proof of this as I keep a gardening notebook every year where I note when things first bloom, what the weather was like at the start of the season, what I planted and what of those things worked out well, etc. Mays past were filled with comments about rain and how the roses were molding and turning spotty from it.
All the little girls at Sofie's play class today were wearing cute little sundresses and big floppy hats, with their legs bare. I've seen lots of ice cream cones being consumed. When I drove home, various kids from my block were riding down a small slide into a plastic wading pool. Summer's here.
Will we like living in tropical Seattle, a decade hence? I hope so.