Spring must be over by now. It’s halfway through June, it’s time for summer. But the cool weather we’ve had for the past few has caused spring to linger.

The last of the spring concerts in the Classical Music Series was last night, and it was cool enough inside the church that the marimba player asked me to turn on the heat because his hands and his instrument were a little too cold.

When we went to bed last night, we left the skylight wide open. About halfway through the night I realized I was feeling cold and came awake enough to pull the comforter over us.

The thickets of rosa rugosa on Pope’s Island love the cool, damp weather. You can smell their scent from a hundred feet away on a cool evening. As fast as the old blossoms fade away, new blooms take their place.

The high temperature yesterday was only 63 degrees; today was only a little warmer, up to 71 degrees; and a brisk breeze out of the northeast on both days made it seem even cooler. I don’t care what the calendar says, it’s still spring in New Bedford.