Real Estate Corner: False Spring

The past few days, the sun was shining bright and the temps climbed into the 50s, so I kept the door wide open at my store for the duration of my work days. The thermostat read the room at a comfortable 65 with the fresh air rolling in, and it was magical, to say the least. I saw so many local folks and their dogs out for walks, many of whom I hadn’t seen for what felt like months, since the cold kept everyone from wanting to be outside for extended periods of time. We all collectively agreed that we’re probably in the middle of false spring, but I can’t help myself — I’ve fallen right into its trap.

Something about days like this remind me of being a teenager. This time of year, the high school ski team season was over and spring sports hadn’t started yet, so school would let out and I’d be free for a few hours before dark. Always, we’d pile into somebody’s car, put all the windows down, turn up the music, and drive around drinking 89 cent gas station slushies. We never cared where we went or how much gas we were wasting; all that mattered was that it was warm outside and we had the time to enjoy it.