The Lamb Days of Summer
We went from 40 degrees at the end of May to the high 80's, with no transition days.
I hate it. I'm cranky. The cat is cranky.
Little Compton, however, is smelling the fresh, clean sheets at her new home and giving many thanks to be alive.
If you are not acquainted with this fair, hooved creature, may I direct you to the PeaceBang archives, Eastertide? (That would be late March, 2005, for those blissfully godless heathens among you).