I really can't say enough about spring in Oregon. It's a fairyland. The first time I ever came to Oregon, I came in the spring. Almost twenty years ago now. I took the train from Whitefish, Montana, to Eugene to visit my sister and brother-in-law, who was in grad school (for sculpture) at the time. It was the first week in April. Montana was, simply, brown. As the train rolled further and further west, through Idaho, eastern Washington, the Columbia Gorge, things got greener and greener. In Eugene, things were gorgeous. The University of Oregon campus is absolutely gorgeous. We bought pansies at the grocery store and I put a row of them on the window sill next to where I slept for a few days. I thought, "My, spring sure is coming on quickly this year! I'm thrilled! I'm overjoyed! I love spring! What a great year! " Etc., etc. I had the best time. I took one of the pansies with me when I left at the end of the week. The train rolled north a bit, and then east. Out the window . . . things . . . things were getting . . . oh no. Things were getting . . . less greenish. Oh nooooooooooo. What is happening.
Back in Montana, it was absolutely FREEEEEEEZING. And still, utterly, brown.
I get it. Spring comes early — blissfully, gorgeously, wonderfully, beautifully early — in Portland, Oregon. Poor pansy. I only lasted three years in Montana. I will always love Montana. But spring is my favorite season. And it lasts for months in this part of Oregon. The winters pretty much stink (in my opinion. They'll never be how I want winter to be. Which is SNOWY). But spring — sometimes it seems like it lasts all the way through June! I hate hot weather with the white-hot passion of a thousand suns. Have you ever taken this quiz? (Should have warned you that you have to create an account at the end to get the results so you might not want to take it. And it's only for U.S. locations, though an international quiz would be really cool, if anyone knows of one?) Apparently, I would like to be living in Anchorage, Alaska!