I admit it.
I got over-confident. I got cocky.
It IS mid-May, after all.
I got suckered in by the spell of balmy weather – the explosions of spring blossoms, bright blue skies, the heady, intoxicating scents of lilacs and new-mown grass.
So, this weekend, I effected the Great Seasonal Wardrobe Switch, relegating sweaters and parkas and fleece jackets and flannel-lined jeans to the attic, and pulling down the shorts, t-shirts, and floaty, gauzy skirts.
Which explains why it was 45 degrees this morning.