In like a lion, out like an… icicle?
The first week of May it was so hot that the unshorn sheep at the festival were being frickasee-d in their own skin. Two weeks later, everyone in the same zip code is pulling out their sweaters and raincoats and layering up, because it’s COLD outside. This is good for me, though, because it means … More In like a lion, out like an… icicle?