Everyone likes Flower Season. Including the dog.
Winter is officially over. But to be honest, I hardly knew it was here at all. This has been one of the mildest winters on record for the UK, and for me, the mildest since I've been here, almost ten years now. Not a single flake of snow fell. If it got below freezing, it was surely in the wee hours of the morning. I didn't have to scrape frost off the car once, in fact, we never even put the cars into the garage.
We did have rain. Lots and lots of rain, record-breaking rain. Flooding occurred in places that hadn't seen floods in decades. But unless you were up north or in Scotland, you wouldn't have seen any snowfall.
The British Isles seem to be the flip side of what's happened in the US this year. Record snowfalls in the East and 500 year drought in California have bookended a winter of wacky weather that gave us a new term: polar vortex.
Welcome to my jetstream, America. We had the same issues with the kinky jetstream three years ago. But we didn't call it a polar vortex, sadly. That's too technical a term for the average Brit to tolerate. (This is the same lexicon that reduces "MRI" to "scan" and "leukemia" to "blood cancer".)
Today we're basking in 20C weather. Last year, we didn't hit 20C until April 14, which just goes to show how fickle Spring can be. Regardless, I'm glad she's here, even if only for a few days. Spring, or as I like to call it, "Flower Season," is my favorite time of year.