How ironic. Just two days ago (March 1st), I took a photo of a very unique pink stucco building at 114 Waverly Street which was still sporting a Christmas wreath - see photo here. My intention was to illustrate how people can be so our of step with the time. It seemed particularly strange when temperatures had risen to 61 degrees on Friday and many were strolling the streets in shirt sleeves and shorts. Yet one day later, feeling as we did that the worst was over, NYC was hit with a snowstorm of several inches (and a low today of 12 degrees F). The neighborhood was blanketed in white and yesterday I found icicles over 12″ long hanging outside my window. So much for early spring fever.
But this is old news for people in northern USA - prone to irregularity in climate. I wrote of an old friend’s view of contrasts between west coast and east coast - see my article Weather Means Whether.
But New Yorkers adapt very quickly - as easily as summer sandals and shorts are brought out in February, coats and scarves are ready for March’s last blast. So this year it looks like the old adage will apply - “If March comes in like a lion, it will go out like a lamb.”




