Anyone who lives in The Mitten can tell you about our defective thermostat. Over the summer, it can shoot up to 94 degrees, and the next day drop down to a chilly 64. I understand how weather fronts work, but we seem to be more susceptible to this effect than some of our neighbors. Maybe it’s because of he Great Lakes, who knows?
At this time of year, the weather around here is especially nutty. There’s a reason why I hate spring. It’s very seductive. The sun is shining and people are out walking their dogs. So you think to yourself, “It must be at least 75 degrees out there!” Not even close.
Michiganders have a tendency to shed their outer clothing once the temperature rises above 50 degrees. This isn’t a pleasant autumn 50 degrees we’re talking about. When the sounds of football and the smell of autumn leaves fill the air. Oh, NO! This is a spring 50 degrees, with bone-chilling winds that cut through you like a machete.
One of my neighbors down the street has a flagpole in his front yard. I use it as my Coat Barometer. If that flag is whipping in the breeze, and you can vaguely hear The Star-Spangled Banner, it’s time to layer up. Hand me my Hagrid coat, please.
You may also need more layers if you’re out walking in the evening. I’m not exactly sure why. Maybe because your stomach is too busy digesting that delicious meal of spaghetti and meatballs. Therefore, keeping you nice and warm drops to the bottom of the priority list. Who knows?
As our Coronavirus Incarceration continues, the one hope of many Michiganders is that winter will finally take a hike. It snowed three times last week and it’s mid-April for crying out loud! Fingers-crossed, and layer-up out there!
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