|What a difference a day makes|
When we lived in Kansas City, it could snow on Halloween. That was no TREAT! If you have a 50-60 degree day in November through January, it is a gift. Heck, by the time January comes, a 40 degree day could feel like a GIANT REPRIEVE. By Ground Hog Day (February 2nd for those of you who don't have a list of holidays) - everyone is desperate for an indication of whether or not the ground hog will cooperate. March can be a cruel mistress. I have a March birthday and celebrations are remembered as "feast or famine". Gorgeous days or bitter gray punishments.
And then came Austin. When I arrived in March, it rained shortly after I arrived...and then not again until November. Only twice that first year (of any measurable consequence). And still I was impressed with how much green this city had on the shoulder months. I was told to buckle in for the summer, yet I still sported a sweater when it pushed 90+ because (wait for it) it was a dry heat.
I did learn to dress differently (women don't wear hose down here) and appreciate the difference in how weather was described when reported. It wasn't just a "southern accent" type of learning but the context of the words. Let me give you an example: I was getting ready for church one Sunday during the winter months. I had the news on and they broke in with a weather report saying "Everyone get your hats and gloves out for the first polar air of the season...more to come". I quickly tuned in to see what was going on - I mean I was going out and wanted to dress appropriately. Well, the high that day was only going to break 62 and there was going to be a breeze. Ahhhhh, all in context.
|Where I walk now|
But then two or three days pass and our winter "month" is over for awhile. And I am back outside - living a life full of sunshine and happiness. Or maybe it's because happiness just naturally follows sunshine, I can't be sure. My legs ache from my 12,000+ steps per day (you know I count 'em) and I imagine a healthy rose glow on my skin.
This might last until spring (or at least until Friday). I love Texas!
Until next time,