Everybody’s bitching about our cold, rainy summer here but I like it. I left my umbrella at home this morning and pocketed my sunglasses instead, not because I’m an optimist, but because doing that works well to jinx the weather into raining all day.
So far so good.
It’s not a summer this year, it’s some new season. A season of lounge music, which I only recently discovered, to my everlasting pleasure. Driving in the rain this morning, laid back music threading perfectly with the beat of the windshield wipers I thought about the deer who haven’t revealed themselves in months, preferring the deep woods this time of year. Thought about them and there two does were, grazing in a field by the freeway, nut brown in the rain.
Then a Portishead number came on the car stereo to top it off. And then, in town, the garbage truck in front of me turned off and got out of my way.
I like this new season, but it needs a name.
It’s called retniw
Similar weather is happening in New Jersey as well. It’s as near to perfect as one could wish for – long days of indirect lighting due to the cloud cover, lush vegetation that is not burnt and browned, lack of stifling humidity that takes the motivation out of your soul and the puff out of your hairdo. The moderate temperatures have even extended soup season far beyond the normal timeframe.
And sweater season. However, my catalpa is once again drying out and losing its leaves despite all that, although it took it about a month longer this year.
Good to hear an update from the field and that things seem harmonious out your way. Here in Texas, it feels like we got everybody’s missing summers- 104 degrees F and humid today. I’m over this.
Migtober?
Funny, I was just needing a name for the eleventh day of this week…
perfect season.