Or, in this case, if you DO like the weather, wait a minute.
Today is a beautiful, spring-like day, sunny and mild. Some of my daffodils have come into flower.
I did try to warn them not to be so foolhardy but would they listen? They're plainly confused, lulled into a false sense of security by The Weather. I know what's going to happen...
"Weather is a great bluffer. I guess the same is true of our human society -- things can look dark, then a break shows in the clouds, and all is changed," said E.B.White, better known for writing Charlotte's Web
I think I've used this Oscar Wilde quotation before:
"Conversation about the weather is the last refuge of the unimaginative."
Yup! After yesterday I'm definitely erring on the side of unimaginative. Here is an X-ray of my skull: