In April, we had days that reached the low 80's (Fahrenheit), already. It was nice to live in houses that had central heating and AC, but now I'm stuck in this poorly insulated cave that was built back when some of the veterans of World War 1 were just born. We'd turn the old box air conditioners on in the afternoon or evening, but we'd have to make sure to remember not to leave them on overnight, otherwise the house would be an icebox by morning. Either way, the mornings are damn cold, and I've been turning the space heaters on first thing in the morning on an almost daily basis. Especially now. This spring has been very stormy, and we just had a couple of enormous ones in a row quite recently, which means cold fronts, so now we're expected to see high temperatures between 50 and 70 with lows mostly in the 40's, possibly dipping almost to freezing point the whole week ahead. When I got up this morning, it was 62 degrees in the house. My face felt noticeably colder than the rest of my body when I woke up, it was just like wintertime again. I didn't hesitate to kick those space heaters on as soon as I got up. We haven't been able to use our propane furnace because, according to my dad who's sort of paranoid about things like house fires and, in this case, propane leakage (it's lethal to breathe in large amounts), the furnace is "acting up again," in his words.
It seems to be an early-to-mid spring thing, every year.