False Sense of Spring

Last weekend, I was lulled into a false sense that spring had come early this year. It felt like late summer or early autumn, whichever you prefer, not too warm to be sweating or not to cold to be wearing pants. So I was doing my laundry in my veranda( and by veranda, the small space where my cramped washing machine is stored),wearing shorts and short-sleeved shirt enjoying the cool breeze of "supposedly" early spring, chucking my winter wear into a big box marked as "Winter stuff". The next day, after Costco shopping, we walked in the parking lot with the comment that "it felt like Christmastime in the Philippines". I slept that night with the veranda door open to let the cool breeze in. The next morning, it was freezing cold again.The next day, flurries of snowflakes fell from the sky. Apparently it was not spring yet.Oh well...