Well, maybe not technically, but it sure feels like it. Heat, almost cloudless blue skies, not a breath of wind, butterflies, six buzzards drifting in big circles way, way up above the house. Each winter, I half-forget just how much nicer, how much easier on the spirit, the summer is. It’s good to be reminded. And if summers are going to start in April from now on, they’re going to be looong.
On a whole other subject: you didn’t think Superman’s Fortress of Solitude was imaginary, did you? Oh no. Here’s the photographic proof.