Fall's really my favorite time of year . . . when the shadows get a little longer . . . and the air gets a little cooler . . . but summer's aren't bad . . . sometimes . . .
I'm not crazy about the humidity, but I do enjoy having that summer sun hit my shoulders. It makes my bones feel better . . . warms my soul too. And I love the long days . . . sun comes up about 5:30am and doesn't go down until just after 9:00pm. 14 hours of daylight!!
I miss Idaho in the summer . . . a lot! Out there, the sun peeked over the edge of the mountains about 4:30am and didn't sink below the horizon until almost 10pm. There was also no humidity out there, so 100 degrees didn't feel that hot if you were in the shade! But then, it rarely hit 100 that close to the 43rd parallel.
Well, there was that ONE summer . . . just after your mom was born . . . 1993. I believe it was the hottest summer on record out there!
We didn't have air conditioning . . . didn't need it . . . in the house since summer days usually only topped out in the 80's and night temps would bottom out in the 40's. I loved it . . . for the most part. What was crummy was the fact that the wind blew almost constantly . . . it was dry . . . and sand was EVERYWHERE! I pretty much had to dust on a daily basis!
But that summer . . . August . . . was the worst!!
It hit 100 degrees . . . and stayed there for several weeks. We couldn't sleep. So we broke down and bought a small window unit to put in our bedroom. Of course, we knew it wouldn't cool then entire house, so I hung a sheet in the hallway . . . it was enough that our bedroom and your mom's bedroom got cool enough to sleep at night.
There were also some serious fires in the Sawtooth mountains that summer. Your grandfather and Uncle Seth were camping up there but had to evacuate because of those wildfires.
Weird thing . . . we'd gone camping just a few weeks earlier . . . over the 4th of July . . . same area . . . actually woke up to 2 inches of snow on the ground . . . JULY!!!
Strange thing . . . weather.
"The summer night is like a perfection of thought." ~ Wallace Stevens
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