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I was actually chilly this morning when I left for work in my short-sleeved shirt. I didn’t think much about it until it hit me that today – Bastille Day – was July 14th, and the word “chilly” shouldn’t be in the Mid-Atlantic vocabulary on this date. It was tho’,

I sloshed my way out to our backyard rain gauge to pour out the 0.6″ of rain it had collected since I last emptied it (Monday?). I haven’t felt that degree of turf “squishiness” in mid-June for a number of years; normally it feels like that in late March and