It was an ideal spring day, a light blue sky, flecked with little fleecy white clouds drifting across from west to east. The sun was shining very brightly, and yet there was an exhilarating nip in the air, which set an edge to a man’s energy. – Arthur Conan Doyle

Meantime there came a shower, which so besprinkled the grass and shrubbery as to make it rather wet for our after-tea ramble. – Nathaniel Hawthorne, journal, 1842 August 15th

Dear beautiful Spring weather, I miss you. Was it something I said? – “Skipper” Kim Corbin

Still occasionally mistaking brightness for warmth. – Rob Temple, @SoVeryBritish (Very British Problems: Making Life Awkward for Ourse