This is my idea of perfect weather. It’s just about 80 degrees, sunny with a slight breeze at the sun goes down. The ice cream shop across the street is bustling with families with small children, teens in little clusters, young men and women out for an evening. A mom and dad walk down the sidewalk pushing a stroller while an older couple in a bright yellow convertible VW Beetle stop at the intersection.
These are the spring evenings that make all the cold and dreariness of New England winters worthwhile. It’s the contrast that makes you appreciate it all the more. I’m sure places like Florida and Texas and Hawaii have their charms, but for my money the change of seasons is the number one reason to be a New Englander.
Too warm for spring, but I agree on the need for seasons. Keeps me grounded and “timed,” so to speak.