I know. I know. Punxsatawney Phil the groundhog saw his shadow today, but that doesn't seem to mean much around here.
I came close a couple times to switching to the flannel sheets on my bed when nighttime temperatures were in the low 40s and high 30s. But then we had a Santa Ana condition that heated things up to almost 90 degrees, and I was glad for the cool, crisp sheets on my bed.
The Santa Ana is over, it's been weeks since our last rainstorm, and the daytime temps are still in the high 70s and low 80s. Yesterday I learned that the good strawberry stand is open. What else am I supposed to think except that Phil saw a mirage and not his actual shadow?
Certainly, there's no winter happening anywhere else...