If it doesn't rain tomorrow, I need to mow my lawn, whether any of the flowers I've been looking for pop up or not. First I have to pick up a lot of my neighbors' trash. I don't want to mow all the trash and blow it around. Spring has sprung, for sure, no doubt about it now. It got up to at least 79 degrees today, maybe in the 80s before I crawled out of bed early this evening. Thankfully, at the parallel 43° north where I am, I know that it's only possible to get just so hot. There is a limit to it, and as bad as it gets, I know it could be worse if I lived farther south. By the way, at this latitude the sun is visible for 15 hours, 22 minutes during the summer solstice and 9 hours, 0 minutes during the winter solstice.
I knew it was warming up outside yesterday because it was warming up inside - the butter that was setting out at room temperature for a couple of weeks suddenly softened up. I thought to myself several times over the last year or two, should room temperature butter really be that hard? I thought about asking you guys, but I guess it depends on the temperature of the room. At 75 degrees it's soft, but at a temperature where I feel comfortable, it's solid and I need to scrape off bits of butter.