Summer has broken in south Louisiana, and none too soon. One more week, even a day more of summer might have whupped us.
Our summers run from May through September – interminable, miserable week after crushing, damnable week with daily highs in the 90s, lows in the 80s and humidity unceasingly fit for gills.
Sure, we escape to air-conditioned spaces. But refreshing outdoor air remains … what? … not a thing. Afternoon showers bring respite most days, briefly. The sun soon returns to lift visible currents of steam from lawn and pavement.
A lobster in its stovetop bath could explain.
So, fall is a blessing – if you don’t expect crisp air or look to break out sweaters just yet. Our daily highs now are in the low to mid-80s, our nighttime temps in the 60s. It’s nothing like autumn in Wisconsin or even Virginia, but it’s our kind of autumn balm.
And we’ll take it. We can walk outside again. Mow at mid-day. Drink hot coffee. Visit our patios. Drive with windows down. Warm is cool after five months of hot.
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