I was so happy with last week’s rain. A day or two without the hauling of hoses is a huge pleasure.

After working outdoors all day Monday, I officially hate summer. I will say I have an incredible amount of empathy for my fellow humans world-wide. At least at the end of the day I can climb into an air-conditioned truck and go home to a somewhat cool house.

This is the week to be grateful for living on the Vineyard.

I usually start this weekly commentary with a mention of the week’s weather. It’s a life-long habit. My maternal grandmother, Nellie Armstrong, lived until I had children, well into her 90s.

It was so hot, dry and bright on Monday that I went into major projection about the coming few months. Talk about not staying in the day I was in.

I’m a relatively light sleeper, so Monday night’s thunderstorm was, as they say, a rude awakening. The news covered much more serious damage from the fast-moving storm.

The spring weather has lifted everyone’s spirits this week. Total strangers greet each other proclaiming “what a beautiful day.” We can all use some uplifting before the onslaught of summer.

I have yet to resist the temptation to wear long underwear.

We are in the big transition from early to full-on spring.

Because we’ve had so many cool days and even cooler nights, the daffodil and forsythia bloom has been longer than usual.