So, you see, the one thing I like about where I live now is the fact that it’s actually warm in the summer (well, maybe too warm once we get into June, July, August – admitted!). So, when I got off that airplane the other day, I was very surprised to find that – late in the evening – the temperature back home was pretty much the same as the temperature at where I’d gotten onto the plane. Big surprise here. And that first night home, nothing ever cooled off. But then, I was way too early to celebrate the fact that Germany can actually be nice and warm in the summer. Ever since that storm we had the other day, I’m feeling back in refrigerating land. Brrr. This is not what summer means to me. (And if it stays this cold, maybe the cherries won’t be ready til I have to leave this place again later this week … big sigh there now!)