Summer?

I’m really confused. The temperature is warm enough to sit outside with a T-shirt on, but all the hedges are bare and the grass is barely growing. It feels like Summer, but it looks like March.
Ted was out working in the garden today. I tightened the brakes on my bike and oiled my chain and then sat with him chatting about golf. It looks highly likely that we’re going to a pitch-and-putt course on Sunday.
Philippa has just turned the shower off, so see you…

RC 25-3-11