Okay, I write werewolf and vampire novels so Halloween should be my favorite time of year, right? Seasons are my favorite time of year. But living in Southern states for most of my life where the temperature changes from hot, hot, hot, to cold, hot...that cold blip was winter...I don't get to experience a lot of seasons.
In eastern Oklahoma and New Jersey, Wisconsin and Colorado, fall was a symphony of colors. I remember the cold, the sweaters, the brightly colored forests that were so, so vivid that if someone painted them, it would look unreal--like a fantastical portrayal of real life. It was dazzling, breath-taking and I couldn't get enough of it.
We're lucky if we see a few red oaks turn red. My crepe myrtles turn burgundy. But mostly...everything just turns brown and drops off. Except for all the evergreens, and I love my greenery--so that's a welcome constant color.
The good thing about fall is it's supposed to cool down. Okay, 88 is a relief from 110, and I shouldn't complain. But it's still too hot to wear fall clothes. *sigh*
In fact, we wear summer clothes around here for most of the year. Usually Feb is our coldest month, but this past February we had weather in the 90's. Unheard of. And the year before? Same thing, but we had an ice and snow storm in April for Easter. Another unheard of event.
So I suspect weather as we knew it is no longer the real deal. Maybe it will be cold for winter. Maybe not. Maybe we'll have another scorching Feb. Maybe not. It's fun knowing when the heat will cease and desist, and the cold will hit, when we usually have our worst month, and when the weather will change again to something more agreeable. It's scary not knowing if our weather will ever be the same again.
Is it cyclical? Or something graver to come? Have you found your weather is changing, too?
Hmmm, now that sounds like Halloween to me!
Have a super hump day!
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