New England Climate: A Fierce and Fickle Mistress

You know, for the past two weeks, I've been very taken with the weather in Massachusetts. Every day has been sunny, in the high 70's, and beautiful. I've been secretly laughing at all the poor schmucks boiling away in the southern, 100+ heat back at home. Hoorah New England summers!

And then, New England turned on me. In one day. Yesterday. Rain came, and with it, temperatures that are reminiscent of winter in Tennessee. Oh, look Sam! It's 40 degrees outside! And raining! Too bad you have to spend the entire day outside feeding livestock and touring the Global Village. Yesterday afternoon, as I was trying to restore feeling to my numb fingers, I realized that I was wearing three layers and fantasizing about hot showers, in September. If I went off my 22 years of experience with September, I'd make the mistake of guessing that it'd be another month until I could start wearing pants. That's how it is where I come from.

In Massachusetts, not so much. It's another cold, wet day, and it's all downhill from here. For the next six months or so, this little farm boy is going to freeze his balls off. Stay in tune for that.