It's beginning to smell like summer...

After a night of frost this time last week, we are witnessing our third day in a row with highs in the 80s and humidity like a sauna. The year seems to have given May a miss and skipped from April straight to June (although the TV weatherdude assures me that late April will be back with a vengeance by the weekend.)

Last night Bobbi pedaled off to Fresh Market and came back with a brace of filets, which we proceeded to toss on the grill, adding the scent of hickory charcoal and searing cow flesh to the aromas of new-mown grass and drifting pollen. Combine that with the sound of the ice cream truck driving down the block a couple streets over and a Navy F/A-18 overhead in town for the air show, and you have a modern changing-of-the-seasons ceremony easily as authentic as any "rediscovered" Beltane...