It isn't Christmas any more, so it must be ...

Summer? Or at least spring. The high temperature was in the low 70s today, with blue sky and sunshine. It's probably a fashion faux pas to wear a skirt with pink roses, and a pale green top with leaves embroidered around the neckline, in the first week of January, but this is not New York. This is Tucson, where the fruit trees will be in blossom in a few weeks, and by Memorial Day all but the hardiest cactus flowers will be over and I'll have been at least intermittently in summer dresses for a month.