Monday, September 12, 2011
Because it is September, I've shifted into autumn mode. I've put flannel sheets on the bed, and when I dress in the morning I put on a cozy shirt and jeans and slip my feet into my fleece-lined clogs. I make myself a cup of tea and contemplate whether to put the fixings for chili or soup in the slow cooker. Then, I open the door to the garden and realize that it's going to be another Indian Summer day over 80 degrees, and more likely over 90.
I could tell you that this is an aberration, but truth be told, I've always been a bit out of synch with the weather. Even though I was born and raised in California, I think I'm a New Englander at some deep core level, and I'm living with their seasons no matter where I am. Which explains why, when I was in college in Southern California, I showed up at my friend's house for Thanksgiving dinner wearing a turtleneck sweater and wool skirt and knit tights -- when it was 75 degrees out.
I do not know what mental climate zone my daughter lives in. All she wants to wear are tank top, shorts and bare feet. All year round. I am frequently accused of over-using the motherly "Aren't you cold?" comment.
At any rate, I'm feeling decidedly Septemberish. Perhaps I'll go outside and look for some leaves to rake.