Growing up in the desert taught me how to prepare myself for the long hot summers. You learned to wear as little as possible – if you could run around in your bathing suit, all the better. You kept the curtains drawn against the heat, kept the fans circulating and never, ever turned on the oven. Errands were planned for early morning or after sundown. The only excuse to go outside was to jump into the pool! And of course you bought sunscreen by the gallon.
Now we’re on the east coast and that training only works for about three months. Then it’s a whole new ballgame. When the leaves began to change colors and the temp dropped enough to warrant pants it was exciting and pretty. I loved being outside! When the leaves began to fall off of the trees and the temp dropped enough that the sweaters came out it was invigorating and felt like Christmas was on its way. When the squirrels began wearing fur coats, the white stuff covered the ground and people outside resembled the abominal snowman… that’s when I truly understood and forgave the snowbirds!!