This time of year, your unattended glass of cab is likely to freeze over in the Ashland evening air.

Come back in September, and it’s so hot you can hear the Madrone trees cracking on the scorched hillsides above Lithia Park.

The weather comes and goes.

But the Western hemisphere’s oldest Elizabethan stage remains, eagerly awaiting its brief but dazzling annual window in the Oregon Shakespeare Festival’s spotlight.

It all starts in mid June.

Yes, you will need a blanket or down jacket to survive the early season nights.

But at least you’re not up on stage wearing knickers.