80 Degrees?

I think Weather has a bad name in the realm of conversation. It has been deemed a "safe" topic. No, worse than that, it has been deemed the topic that everyone supposedly turns to at uncomfortable moments, or when conversing with someone you don't know very well. But, weatherr is actually very interesting. In fact, so interesting that Jack runs out to get the newspaper every morning so he and Jared can go over the weather map at breakfast.

Of course this has led to conversations with Jack about the weather- mostly about what he should wear and what we will do that day. But now that it is supposed to be Spring- which, according to Jack is warm weather, then we should be able to turn on the sprinkler. So, as he was demanding some kind of concrete answer about when the appropriate sprinkler season would arrive, I told him it has to be 80 degrees out before I would get out the sprinkler or the slip and slide.

However, we have not had the nicest of Springs here in Utah. But, the city has turned on our irrigation water and the residents have been out fixing and replacing sprinklers. (For you Washingtonians, we Utahans have sprinkler systems that turn on according to a timer so our grass will be nice and green all summer- something you don't likely have to concern yourselves with.) For some strange reason, my neighbor's sprinklers came on at about 4 in the afternoon on Friday and my sprinkler deprived children just couldn't stay away. They had a blast. But then, it didn't last long, since it wasn't anywhere near 80- more like 60.