Well, it feels more like we skipped most of spring and went straight to warm, humid summer.
One day it was 30F, and I wrapped myself under my heavy down comforter. The next day, I was rooting through my closet to find a pair of shorts as the temperature shot up to 65F.
This Easter Sunday, New Yorkers, tired of the long, cold, snowy, winter, flocked to Tomkins Square Park to enjoy an afternoon on the grass.
