We seem to be regressing, here

it was 41 degrees this morning at what was probably dawn, and by noon it had warmed up to 42. At this point, we are just 10 degrees shy of snow. It's still raining, the cats refuse to go out (Albert went out after four tries and came back soaked, smelling like wet wool socks), and in my one trip across the garden at top speed I noticed the poppies all wearing small finely knitted wooly hats, and there was a hint of gloves and sweaters among the pepper plants. Who could blame them.