Summer

Will it ever end?



No, really, is it ever going to end? Please?



These words coming from a New Englander are like blasphemy. Anyone who has grown up in New England knows the sweet, warm days of summer are for cherishing, not wishing away, because in what feels like 10 minutes, summer is over and the rest of the year begins (as does the countdown to next summer.)



That is, unless, of course you are a yankee living in the South. Or, damn Yankee, if you prefer. Other than today, which must have been a freak accident, it has still been in the mid-90s every day. EVERY DAY.




It's basically the polar opposite of living in Maine but the end result is the same. In Maine, we had 4 months of cold, darkness, overcast skies, stuck inside your house except for those days when you are lulled outside for a brisk walk by the fleeting promise of sun and relative warmth between the house of 12 and 2pm, but all that really happens is your nose hairs freeze.




Here, we have 4 months of sweltering heat, 95% humidity, no clouds in the sky, stuck in your house except when you are lulled outside because it looks so darn pretty but in fact it's so humid and hot that poking your head out the front door is like sticking your head in a 450 degree oven. Yes, you can feel the heat blowing against your face. And it hurts.



Elle now says things like " I gotta go inside and cool off!" and, like tonight (it was 75 degrees outside) "Ooooh, it's CHILLY!"

Hmmm, it's all about perspective.... ;-)