I checked my phone weather app while pouring coffee around 6:30 Sunday morning. The temperature was still a comfortable 70-something. The humidity was – I’m not fibbing – 100%.
How is that even possible?
The calendar reckons we’re six days from summer. You wouldn’t know it here in my patch of the subtropical Deep South. Temps will rise today into the 90s. As they did most days stretching back weeks. As they will every day as far out as the weather app offers forecasts and for months more.
Spring? Yeah, we enjoyed spring for a couple of weeks in April. Fall is a couple of hours one afternoon in December.
Northerners flee south in winter. My domestic partner would prefer that life, 12 months of New England winter. I love her anyway.
I’m summer sensible, mostly abiding and even welcoming the heat and expressing mock scorn for those who scurry north in summer.
And, true enough, I’d trade one frigid January day up north for three months of Southern summer – even when we must live like sweating turnips in a vegetable steamer.
Seasonal musings
A cockamamie scheme for winter
It’s hot. It ‘feels like’ hotter
Jeff, trust me when I say living in New England is no walk in the park in the winter. I could elaborate, but I don’t want you to have those images burned on your brain. Not that LA summers are anything but horrid. I get that. One of the reasons I left.
Darlene, thank you for affirming my opinion of New England winters!