Today was a gorgeous day, but I’m afraid I’ve become something of a lightweight when in comes to warm weather. Time was I used to love hot summer days and the higher the temperature the happier I was. All that has changed, though — this afternoon Olof and I were in the park with the kids and after an hour or so, I decided that it was absolutely as hot as I could bear and I’d be happy if it didn’t get any hotter for the rest of the summer. The temperature, you ask? A scorching 67°F. Where I come from, that doesn’t even qualify as warm.

Olof and I did some yardwork this afternoon, raking the lawn and doing some general tidying up. I had planned to plant some flowers in, but Lydia had a dance recital that took up most of the day once practices and breaks were factored in, and I didn’t feel like doing a lot of digging by the time we got home. Besides, I read in the paper this morning that we’re expecting freezing temperatures again in a couple of days, and I don’t want to plant yet if the risk of frost hasn’t passed. It’s unbelievable that we’re almost to the middle of May and I’m still worried about frost, but I guess I shouldn’t be surprised considering that the last of the snow melted off just a few days ago.