Global cooling

I understand, now, why my grandfather always wore long johns until the first of July. I put long johns on to do chores yesterday.

The families who braved the chilly temperatures on Saturday to come to the Stearns County Breakfast on the Farm were bundled in coats, hats and mittens. I sent Dan out the barn this afternoon in his snowsuit.

Our poor thermostat must think we've gone crazy; it's been switched from heating to air conditioning and back at least twice now this spring. I can only imagine what the cows' bodies must be going through.

I know that June mornings can be brisk, but I don't ever remember them being downright freezing. Which makes me wonder: is this supposed to be part of the so-called phenomenon of global warming? It seems more like global cooling, to me.

The only consolation for the cold is that Mother Nature finally heard our cries for rain and opened up the skies. I'll keep my grumbling about the cold to a minimum as long as the rain keeps coming.