When I was younger, I would sit and hope that the warm weather would outlast the cold weather. In winter, I’d wish for warmth. In summer, I’d pray that the dog days would last all year. I’m sure that had something to do with the calendar of the school year, but I’m also sure I was much more fond of feeling the sun beat down on me than having my lips freeze due to sub-zero temperatures.
Now that I’ve got sweat glands, things have turned around. Long gone are the days of loving summer and hating winter. Nowadays, I can’t stand the heat. If I get a film on my body (sometimes referred to as road slime) from simply sitting at my desk, I get wicked pissed off. If I feel my shirt sticking to my skin from just the thought of semi-strenuous labor, I get all sorts of peeved. I’m not sure when it happened, but I have to tell you, I can’t stand summer. I also love winter. Love it.
We had a dip a few weeks ago. I thought that was it for the summer season up in these here parts. Well, apparently the heat wasn’t finished with us because for the last few days, the temps have been reading in the mid-80s. Great for those who love that but not so great for people like me who would rather be wearing a sweatshirt and hiking. The heat doesn’t do much for the hikers among us.
I thought I’d post an image of the weather to come for mid Maine in the next 10 days. As you can see, there’s hope on the horizon. By the end of September, I think, we’ll be ready to visit the apple orchards to pick-our-own. That’s always been a favorite of mine and it truly is a milestone that says, “summer is over folks.”