Are the any Chiffers out there who live farther north than I do? I’m just north of Fairbanks, Alaska, at about 64.9 degrees N latitude.
And if nobody can top that latitude . . .
I GET MORE SUNSHINE THAN YOU DO! (for the next 6 months) 
I hope you all had a wonderful vernal equinox. This post was prompted by a glorious, sunny day, in which the temperature got up to a seasonably-normal +25 F and the skijoring was lovely. This is my favorite part of winter.
I am SO jealous!!! 
Our temps are about the same right now…maybe a bit higher. But I want the light too!!!
I’m down here in the Lower 48, in New England, but I have friends who live in Norway, at over 69 degrees N.
Yeah, way up there, it seems that they need to protect themselves from too much summer sun, including sunburn.
Happy Vernal Equinox!
Isn’t that a vernal sin?
djm
I prefer 64.9 degrees as my average temperature, not my average latitude.
Can you see Russia from there?
I hate vernal fever/disease. It means more sweat and heat to come, can’t wait for Autumn.
cough, cough, sniffle, sniffle, hack, hack, wheezzee…
ditto.
It’s all bunnies and flowers for some of you, but for me, It’s just an 8 week long nasal mense.
spring schming.
I dunno. The mud and thawing dog poop look absolutely beautiful to me.
Nano - how CAN you see my yard from so far east???
47.66 north here, and a high forecast of 45 today.
45° 00’. More or less.
I can see Spokane from here.
Scooping the poopcicles is infinitely easier than the non-frozen variety. If I only had more Aphodiinae, Scarabaeinae, or Nicrophorus then I wouldn’t have to scoop at all during the dreaded hot months.
There is a special term for going sun-crazy up north. I used to watch Northern exposure. I think I am as north as I should go. I know that ideas are just a few weeks from hatching in my brain.
Sun breaks, maybe? As in: Cloudy, with a chance of sun breaks. I.e., you may actually see the sun this week.
I always thought this funny when I lived in Olympia. The sun would peep out for 5 minutes, and the Evergreen college campus would go nuts, pour into the main plaza and strip half naked in djembe drum circles. Of course, being Evergreen, that was normal behavior anyway, regardless of the weather. 
It never looks good to me. Break-up* is a season that you just have to live through; it isn’t pleasant but luckily it doesn’t last too long. The transition from summer to winter, on the other hand, is often enjoyable. I love the yellow leaves on the trees, and the ice on puddles in the mornings, and even if it’s wet and muddy it isn’t anywhere near as muddy as break-up.
*We don’t really have “spring” here in the far North; rather, we call the season “break-up”: when the ice on the rivers breaks up and flows away, and the snow pack melts, and all the dog poop that got lost under the snow during the winter is revealed in its disgusting, thawing mess.
The only “good” thing about break-up is that my band, named Ice Jam, frequently makes the headlines, as in “Ice Jam Wreaks Havoc In Salcha.”
