Walking outside last night in Marietta, Georgia, I stepped into a wall of warm, half-set jello. Ahhhh, humidity. Summer in the South where the very air says, "Sit down, relax, breath slower."
For ten years we lived in Northern Illinios. For ten years we took jackets to watch Fourth of July fireworks. Sacrilege of the holiday if I ever heard one. My Illinois friends couldn't understand my disgust.
"At home jackets are put away on June 1st and do not appear again until at least the third college football game." My declaration would be met with -
"But what if it gets chilly?"
"It doesn't."
"But what if it does?"
"It doesn't." (add sound of teeth grinding.)
See, in the courteous South you're provided a blanket when you step out the door. Like a perpetual door man offering a warm, damp towel to wrap up in. What's not to love?
Summer nights are not supposed to be crisp. Crisp means the Tennessee-Alabama football game, an Ellijay apple or the verbal slap-down of a mouthy teen-ager.
Summer nights are languid, liquid and long.
And jacketless.
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7 comments:
Glad someone like humidity... Personally I prefer my summers sharp with the crack of thunder reporting on a rain driven wind and the necssity of a snuggly sweater, then tapering off into morning fogs and a cloudy perpetual misting that does not require a rain jacket but still is not quite so thick and wet as humidity.
I'm with you, Kay. I spent a summer in PA, and I about froze to death! It was the coldest summer of my life!
Can't wait to hear you write about mosquitoes! LOL!
Welcome to blogdom! I'll add you to my lists!
Sorry, hon... I spent two summers in upstate New York (Go, Army!) and have to say I prefer them. Never got hotter than the high eighties (well, maybe ninety for a day or two) and the humidity was non-existent. I'm a Carolina girl who lived through that humidity all my life, but the North Country spoiled me. :-)
BUT, there is much to be said for Southern winters. I prefer them to northern ones any day!
Lochlanina, you're making my skin crawl - and not in a good way! LOL
Tracy, thanks for the welcome and I'll have to think about the mosquitos.
Jodie, all I can do is shake my head sadly.
Rocky Mountain summers are the best, except for the occasional snow storm. Hot during the day, cool and crisp at night. And a wall of heat doesn't greet you in the morning. It is most refreshing.
excuse me - that "wall of heat" is a blanket. embrace it!
I'm embracing my steamy blanket from inside today. :-)
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