From winter straight to summer. Is something missing?


Once again, another shoulder season appears to have been skipped.
Who is the guy who voted for that team?

Remember years ago when there was a fall and a spring? You got to enjoy “sweater” weather for a month or two before frigid winter temperatures moved in or a scalding summer climate took over the atmosphere. Two weeks ago I was walking my dogs at night in a heavy coat, hat and gloves. When I sat down at my desk Wednesday morning to write this I received a text alert on my phone that temperatures could hit 91 degrees.

It’s really not a surprise that half our staff is walking around like zombies clenching tissues in their balled-up fists, while the other half is longinly staring out the window, wishing they could find themselves on the boardwalk or taking a nap on top of their cars (true story: I came back from lunch the other day and one of our employees was sleeping on the hood of his car. What I would have given for a water cannon at that time).

I guess I really shouldn’t complain. It wasn’t that long ago I was getting increasingly frustrated with the cold temperatures, and I was about to put out a hit on Punxsutawney Phil for lying to us all when he forecasted that spring was right around the corner. I wanted to see that little rodent suffer for what he did and ...

But I digress.

The good news is that the warmer temperatures meant the summer season is rapidly approaching. Barbecues, days on the beach, picking crabs and the general hustle and bustle of the summer will soon be upon us, and there is something there for everybody to enjoy. Yes, the traffic will be a little worse and, yes, the lines at our favorite restaurants will be a bit longer, but that’s what summer is about — we get to put our little slice of Heaven on full display for visitors, and our businesses hope they are busy enough to keep things rolling until next summer.

So, yes, the warmer weather is indeed a good thing. But I seriously do wonder about spring and fall. Is it global warming? A climate fluke? Or, and this might be the most obvious possibility, and I just remembering something that didn’t really happen when I was younger? Remember how summer seemed to go on forever when you were a kid? Is that what’s happening to my memories of spring and fall, too?

When I moved to California in 1992, I was elated with the climate. It never really dropped below 50 degrees in the Bay Area, and the summers had enough wind to keep you from getting too hot on a regular basis. But I also remember thinking that I missed the changing of the seasons. The leaves turning in the fall, and the green grass sprouting through in the spring always had a special place in my heart, and you didn’t get a lot of that in California. You had sunshine, then you had rain.

Those were the seasons.

But maybe that was just me again remembering something that didn’t really happen to the extent I remember it happening. Have you ever gone back and visited your grade school? I did a few years ago and was shocked by how small the hallways were. I remember the school as being huge, and it looked like something a Hobbit would live in when I went back to see it as an adult.

Was spring actually only a few days of “sweater weather” when I was a kid, but I remember it as lasting much longer?

I set out to do a little research and started with a Google search of “Where did spring go?” to see if anybody has tackled this question. Guess what I found out ...

Well, apparently the Kinks wrote a song called “Where Did My Spring Go?” and those lyrics are incredibly easy to find on Google. I tried a few other queries, and only stumbled across a few papers written by scientists on global warming and general climate change, but none of them offered any real information I could use.

Well, to be fair, they might have been very helpful, but I don’t speak Scientese very well, so I didn’t understand any of it.

I think I’ll just go find that groundhog. It’s his fault.