It’s February 24th and officially 116 days ’til summer.
For us in San Diego, that doesn’t mean much of anything since every day here is a bit like Groundhog Day.
IE. One version or another of summer, no matter what San Diegans will tell you to the contrary.
Some days, when the daytime high dips to a blustery (*cough*) 63 Degrees F, it feels for us like fall. But winter? We don’t know winter.
But the Northeast? Those guys know winter. Especially this year. Case in point, this picture. Continue reading