Last week summer finally arrived.
By that I mean we finally got the 90-degree, steamy weather usually associated with Chicago in the summer. Hot times, summer in the city, and I for one was thrilled. Yes, I thought, summer at last! No more of this wimpy 70-degree stuff, with plenty of rain thrown in to keep it cool. God forbid it should stay warmer than the 50s at night!! The words “great sleeping weather” will never be heard coming from my mouth.
Yeah, you probably think I’m insane too. Most people do when I express this opinion of the weather. Summer to me is sitting in the backyard, sipping a gin and tonic while the WARM breeze of the evening blows the lightning bugs around. Don’t make me drag that rain coat around with me for one more day. I don’t want to bundle up to dine al fresco. It’s summer, it’s supposed to be HOT! If I wanted 70-degrees and rain, I’d move to Seattle.
So anyway, this past week it’s finally felt like summer to me. It looked like hot weather, you know what I mean? This morning, I’m walking to work, reveling in the warmth when what do I notice once, twice, three times and more? … The trees are starting to CHANGE COLOR…IN AUGUST!?!!?
Nooooo! This can’t be! Not only does summer arrive months late, but now fall is here weeks early! Sheez. I love fall–it’s my favorite season–but not in August!
At this rate, we’ll have snow for Halloween.
