A Capricious Spring in France

I actually got sunburned on Tuesday. Jogging through the park, sun high in the sky, I found myself smiling at the perfect spring temperatures. Older couples strolled arm in arm, gentlemen gathered for games of chess and boules, a father and son fished in the pond. I saw a hedgehog nosing through the flowers and stopped running just to grin at the little guy.

But yesterday I almost got frostbite waiting for the bus. I kid you not. Foolishly, I assumed a fleece was sufficient for a mild spring day in France, and ended up begging for a down parka and serious gloves. The flowers are as confused as I am. The strawberries are already flowering in the garden, tulips and daffodils ablooming. Alas.