Like a lot of women, Chicago weather can be a tease.
It is March. Meteorological spring is around the corner- about fourteen days away. It has snowed well past the beginning of 'Spring' here and sometimes the temperatures do not get very warm until mid-June; it also can be 90 in May so you never know what you are going to get.
This week was our first sample of Spring-ish weather. Snow has begun to melt and make fantastic mud to play in. The kids no longer need 4 layers to play outside. Bikes and scooters can be ridden without wiping out on ice. All great things.
The first day that it was above 35 degrees, I decided to take Aurora for a run, yes I was still battling the stomach virus from hell- but it was NICE out; it may not be nice out for another month! As I ran along jumping over puddles of standing water and some remaining snow on our path I noticed the one sure sign that Spring has arrived in suburban Chicago: a man standing in his front yard in a small space of grass from which the now had melted practicing his golf swing sans a jacket. We waste no time here. On my run I also noted a man washing his car- outside as well as smelled the wonderful smell of grilling. It may be 35 degrees here but that is a heat wave! We waste no time here in Chicago.