Man, Ms. Haversack and I were in Scotland in June--for the summer solstice--and they were all saying in the Highlands and Islands that it was a hundred years since a spring so late and so cold. They were still putting out fodder for the animals rather than letting them forage, which we had never seen before there. It got down into the 30s at night on Skye. We still hiked around, and I fell in three bogs. But, guys, seriously, those bogs were cold.
And I mean, really. Control weather is like a fourth-level spell. Get it together, Scotland.