We've had spells of warmth, here and there the past month or so; today felt at first like it might be one of those spells, but that was wishful thinking. I was out and about in it, and knowing it was my fault I hadn't gone out with one more layer. One more layer and I'd've been fine.
And this afternoon a good sign of Ha, yer not gettin' warm JUST yet: while I sat comfortably in Papaccino's, a coffee shop on SE Woodstock, we were treated to a cloudburst of rain and hail. Which is hard to do in warm rain, heh. It was made more striking by the rain coming from one direction and sunlight from a cloud break coming from another. Looked like the ghost of director Tony Scott was directing the weather.
I didn't take a picture of the glowing rain and hail, as people were in the way of that potential shot and I didn't want to be rude, but when the rain and hail subsided, I took this image instead:
We don't quite have real warmth yet, but obviously we have enough warmth for the blooms. And that's a good sign.