Be jealous; be very jealous. This week, at least, my weather in Scotland is better than yours. (I’m looking at you, New England.) I suppose we also did pass the polar vortex by, but I think we compensated by winds strong enough to force cyclists off the roads and blow cars off bridges (at least one car was blown off the Forth bridge, the main commuting arterial between Edinburgh and points north, before it was closed down for the day).
But not today.
Today is not as sunny and warm as the rest of the week, which had sunny highs of 11 C (52 F), but today I bring you flowers.
Again. I think that makes three posts in a row. I am utterly unrepentant.
You’re just jealous.