And in Louisiana, that’s pretty rare. Even DURING the Fall. It was 69 degrees outside when I got up this morning, and with [only] 79% humidity…it felt like heaven.
My favorite season is Fall. I fell in love in the Fall (all three times), I got pregnant in the Fall (3 out of 4 times–and the other one I gave birth to in the Fall) and I actually ENJOY the outdoors in the Fall (although I still refuse to CAMP OUT …let’s not get all crazy here.) In the rest of the country, it is considered Fall from September to November. In Louisiana though, it’s really only from about mid-October through November extending possibly a few weeks in December. (I’ve worn shorts many times on Christmas Eve).
A lot of authors have written about the melancholy associated with Fall. The possibilities of summer are gone, and the chill of winter is on the horizon. Skies turn grey, and people turn inward, both physically and mentally. These people did not live in the south. We southerners are all so oppressed by the heat of the summer, that the gentle reprieve of the Fall calms our spirits and renews our souls. We come back to life in the Fall. When winter comes, we grit our teeth and bear it for a month or two, and then look forward to the two weeks of Spring we get to enjoy before summer sets in all over again.
Okay. It’s 10:00 a.m. now. The coolness has deflated and the heat’s creeping back in. Back to work.