I just wish the cold spell would come, do whatever it has to do and then go away. This waiting around, peeping at the short trousers, wondering whether they have been through the washing cycle since last time they were worn, grates the nerves and puts a person completely off stride. Then there is this preposterous argument that chases an idea that there might not be another frost until October or November.
In April of 1815 Mount Tambora erupted. It was the fourth in a series of volcanic eruptions around the world that caused "The year Without Summer." On July fifth 1816 there are reports of frost in Kentucky. It was 1816 that saw famine in North Eastern USA and Western Europe. And it has been argued, that this famine lead Karl Drias to consider the Velocipede, as a means to mechanize personal transport and do away with the horse. And it was in 1816, while on summer holiday in rain soaked Switzerland, Mary Shelly wrote Frankenstein.