Today is lovely but just a few days ago we experienced summer as temps went from forty to ninety-one, seemingly without a blink of hesitation. “Goodness gracious,” I said as I wiped salty sweat from my eyes.  A check of the car thermometer confirmed: It read 91. Wow.  It was just 36 degrees this morning! The heat is on.  If you blinked, you missed spring in Northern Virginia. How did I not remember that?  I lived here for fourteen years during my first sojourn in these neck-of-the-woods.  I suspect eight years of Southern California living with oceans breezes and  delightful weather nearly year-round  swept all dreadful weather memories from my consciousness.  No doubt, dear reader, it would be the same for you: less than two…