Living in northern California I would like to consider we have all four seasons. They may not be as distinct as ones we witness in the UK, but there is a change in our weather pattern and climate. It’s spring-like weather now. Temperatures are high 60s – mid 70s, mostly. Rain is glorified in its’ fickle way of surprise. It could be colder than a witches elbow by Sunday. Sunshine is welcome in between the storms. Always.
What will never cease to amaze me, on whatever side of the pond or ocean we are; clothing choices, or lack thereof become something we have commonality with.
Today started off a little hazy with the fog or cloud cover not clearing until lunchtime. Perfect weather to take the dog for a hike in a nearby park. I dressed in long cotton pants and a thick but short-sleeved top (sorry, no pic available;-). Folks were JOGGING wearing sweatshirts, hats and hoodies. On the other hand, others were taking a leisurely stroll in micro-lycro whatsits and thingies.
To be continued . . .