slamming head first into summer

It's hot.
Spring in Oregon is usually mild and cool and very, very rainy. I'm beginning to think Mother Nature has gone off her medication. She can't seem to decide if it's winter, fall, spring, or summer. I've stopped reading the weather reports, because the highly trained meteorologists don't seem to be able to distinguish a warm front from a hole in the ground.

Another thing about spring here is how fast everything grows. One day it's bleak and cold and gray, and the next thing you know, the daffodils are waving their cheery little yellow heads in the breeze.  The grass needs mowing every 3 or 4 days, and I just can't seem to keep up.
Here's what the lawn looked like after I mowed a swath at the highest setting today:


Here's another shot for scale:



Ahhh, Summer. We missed you!