Although The Thermometer On The Porch Rail Says It's 15 Degrees Above Zero

I must remind myself that there is every possibility that it is merely the reflective properties of the siding and the sheltered nature of that particular corner which give such hopeful proclamations of First Nations Summer.

Because the breeze from the open window above my computer is causing me to check on the pie most frequently, with a view to warming myself by it's gas induced heat.

In other words

Although the thermometer says +15*C, I must remember that this is the same thermometer that gave erroneous readings of +34 in the middle of a blizzard like January day last winter, when the official temperature was -40.

So.

Window closed.

Sweater on.

Kettle boiling.

And the pumpkin pie smells good.