Even though it's what Pooh-bear described as "blustery" -- coldish (not really cool) and rainy -- it's not too blustery to pretend it's summer.

It's not too early to wash the car in roller skates.


It's not too cold to hit the beach on the north shore at Northwestern U.


It's not too freezing to get your feet wet in the cold waves that traveled all the way from Michigan.



It's not too rainy to play baseball in the tennis courts.

A Mango Haiku for good measure:

It's time the mangos yellowed.
Summer light, old newsprint, reef-fish scales.
I don't miss my childhood.