I marvel at this every year. Twice every year, actually: in the fall and in the spring. When the temp rises to 32-degrees-Fahrenheit, it feels warm; when the temp falls to 32-degrees-Fahrenheit, it feels cold.
It was near freezing today, and I took off my hat and gloves while out walking, soaking up the sun and warm air. Back in September, when the temp neared freezing, I shivered in my wool hat, scarf, parka, snow pants, and many layers. The same temperature feels entirely different depending on the direction it is approached.
It’s the same thing every year, and yet every year it amazes me!
Puzzle pattern progress: Remember how we were waiting for the light of day to judge a replacement color? Rejected! Third color’s a charm. Picked more colors today, and seem to have gotten better at the job. I think they look great!