In Stratford, Ontario, it snowed two weeks ago, I finally turned off the furnace last week, and on Saturday the air-conditioner kicked on for the first time. The electric fans are out of winter storage in the interest of less-sweaty sleep.

Yesterday, I sweated buckets while transplanting a couple of hosta and desultorily pulling a few weeds. We have now officially entered Beer On The Porch season.

Next: killer humidity, and the pong of pig-farming when the wind is in the wrong quarter, which is most of them.