
As with the previous cold dwelling, it may look warm but anything but—temperature never got out of the 40s°F (<10°C), and a biting wind. But sun!
An inquisitive old fart with a camera

As with the previous cold dwelling, it may look warm but anything but—temperature never got out of the 40s°F (<10°C), and a biting wind. But sun!

30°C / 86°F @ 6:00 PM
BTW, my favorite little temperature trick (I didn’t invent it):
10°C = 50°F. For every 5°C change from 10°, add or subtract 9°F:
0°C = 32°F
5°C = 41°F
10°C = 50°F
15°C = 59°F
20°C = 68°F
25°C = 77°F
30°C = 86°F
35°C = 95°F
No, it’s not entirely simple, but it helps 😉

Signs of spring. And we have some hollow-stemmed dandelions growing in front of our house – first I’ve seen in 12 years here. Our yard is typically overrun with similar, but without hollow stems, so I haven’t been sure if I can use them.
This morning, in my maybe-sorta dare-you-to-grow garden, an ambitious squash plant aspires to — what? A penthouse apartment in the avocado trees?

Most noteworthy about this image is what it lacks: shadows. After weeks of blistering sun, the temperature dropped dramatically overnight (90s – 70s F, 30s – 20s C). Unlike the last few weeks of forecast nonexistent thunderstorms, this time they got it right. We’re delighted, though reminded that *sigh* winter in Uruguay comes not far behind.

Just because I remembered this year 😉
We’re at 34’46” south, roughly equivalent to Charlotte, North Carolina, Bakersfield California, southern Cyprus, Kabul, Hiroshima in the north.

OK, it’s not the New England of my youth, but Uruguay does get a bit of color in the fall! This house sits across the street from us.

Layers, knit cap, shoes on for the beach. First time in a while. It felt like autumn earlier this year (March).
Also in the end of March last year. And end of March three years ago.
I’m not complaining that it’s been warm this year. Not at all. We had our first fire couple nights ago on behalf of Tex‘s sister from Honduras, here to take care of his affairs. I was barefoot, in a short sleeve shirt. I guess you get spoiled, living in the topics.

Late walking this evening: still shorts, flip-flops, and t-shirt (on) but beginning to feel like autumn.

A small park a few blocks from our home springs to life with warm weather: anticipation of the World Cup? In 2010 they worshiped Diego Forlán (amusing to see pudgy little kids with #10 Celeste jerseys). Some time back I checked and Luis Suárez, from Uruguay, playing for Liverpool, had individually scored more goals than the next ten TEAMS in the league.
Uruguay takes on Costa Rica on Saturday, June 14. I’m anticipating as much the next episode of Game of Thrones (so thrilled that little puke is finally dead!).

Cool wind this morning. Time to wear shoes and socks again after happy months of flip-flops.
As a kid, I loved autumn crispness, new clothes and return to new adventures in school. Now it seems more a chore: order firewood, figure out how to clean the stove pipe, clean up garden. Stay warm. Wear shoes to the beach.
Autumn in the months that ~should~ be spring — still weird, the third time around.