As all of us Arizonians know, the weather surprisingly dropped a good 30-40 degrees over the weekend. It was perfect. How I have come to love the cold and despise the heat as an Arizona native. I used to be completely tolerant or "immune" as I like to call it. In fact, I used to love it. Over the past several years, however, many of my vacations have been to winter towns, and returning to the heat and desolation that is this desert is slightly... depressing (strictly speaking geographically). Perfect days like Sunday don't come often.
It reminded me of Miss Congeniality:
"Please describe your idea of a perfect date."
"That's a tough one. I'd have to say April 25th. Because it's not too hot, not too cold, all you need is a light jacket."
I agree with Miss Rhode Island.
Even as summer (and with it, the majestic month of May) approaches, I think park days will remain as a regular tradition. Only, they'll have to be intermixed with pool days so we don't dry up too much.