The photo above documents the fact that six days into June (and 15 days from the start of summer) I have yet to put away my winter coat. It seems that every warm and sunny spring day we’ve had since the season changed (in name only) is followed by three days of cold, rain, or both.
It’s not like Chicago is known for having much of a spring season anyway, but this is ridiculous. I have to remind myself multiple times each day that it’s June. It’s June. It’s really June.
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