If this winter had been any milder around here we could have referred to it as The Year Without A Winter.* We only had about two snowfalls of any major consequence (i.e. more than 4 inches) and I don’t recall that the temperature ever fell below zero. (Officially, for this region the past winter was the fifth warmest in 100 years.)
Conventional wisdom has it that winter – what there was of it – is over and we are now enjoying an early spring. Indeed, while I was baking in Florida last week, my friends back home were basking in temperatures in the mid-70s every day.
So I’m throwing caution to the wind and getting the Miata out of storage today. It’s 72 degrees out right now and it’s St. Patrick’s day so what better way to celebrate than to cruise around in my little green roadster.
*The year 1816 actually did go down in history as The Year Without A Summer.