Tis the season of hot, nasty humid days, followed by nights of heavy fog and mornings of misty scarves shrouding the river. It is a love hate thing with me. It isn't winter and that is a blessing, but I just don't do well in hot, soggy weather.
Every year when winter lingers into what should be spring I wonder how the heck could I ever be ready for fall to roll around. And then the dew point rises and the air gets soupy, and I remember.....I miss oxygen....
We don't have humidity but do have some triple digit days. I just take an ice cold shower to remind myself to be grateful for the dog days.
ReplyDeleteLOVE YOUR TAKE ON THIS! You describe perfectly my feelings about this wonderful, sometimes-challenging season.
ReplyDeleteI always love your posts. Even in our 100+ weather I STILL LOVE SUMMER...although, Terry says he melts and turns into a puddle. :)
ReplyDeleteI LOVE YOUR RAINBOW
Jan, thank God we rarely see even the high nineties. Must be horrible!
ReplyDeleteCathy, we have been feeling so miserable every day
Linda, I think of you every single time I see one.