It’s finally beginning to feel like summer. After what felt like endless cold weather over the last few months, I had really gotten to a breaking point. I just felt cold to the bone. We moved into our house that we are renting in the middle of December only to find out that the building envelope of the house was so leaky that it was so difficult to keep the house at a steady, warm temperature. I literally had to carry a space heater with me all winter. And when spring came around, I rejoiced at the prospect that finally I could shed my layers and feel comfortable again. Spring turned out just to be a mild winter and when it was supposed to be warmer and rainy, it turned out to be windy and brisk.
We traveled to Germany hoping that we’d have better luck and finally call it a summer get-away but that turned out, too, to be a let down. Turns out it was also windy and brisk there. We dreamed of throwing on a pair of sandals and sunglasses and walk around looking for shade and not a jacket.
Today and the last few weeks has finally turned into weather I can be happy about. Finally I can sleep with the windows open and wake up to the sound of birds singing to the rising sun. Finally can I take no longer than a few seconds to grab my sandals and head out the door. All of the summertime activities can now find a time in my calendar. The trouble is that there is so much to do and so little summer. It must be that maybe the older I get, the more picky I become because this year I can’t think of enduring another cold winter. Maybe there is a future for me further south afterall…