Ah, spring in Alaska (officially called 'Breakup,' we don't actually experience the season most of you folks call 'spring').
It's 80F out, the grass is turning green, the leaves are budding out. The bears and squirrels have emerged from hibernation. The sky is blue and the birds are singing. What a glorious time.
OK, I started drinking early today.
I'm completely full of it, well mostly. Yesterday it was 60F (16C for those of you surfing in from Canada - eh you hosers there Ontario, British Columbia, and you there in Saskatchewan. Just for you, I'm wearing my raggedy old Canadian 'Roots' sweatshirt today). The grass is still brown and the leaves are still rolled up tight. The sky is bleak and gray and foreboding and it actually looks like this today, here in front of my shop.
They're predicting 9" of snowfall this weekend.
See? That's why I don't dismount the plows or pack up the snowblower until June.