"I can't go to SLEEP right NOW, IT'S RAINING!"
Yes, I know. I can be so dramatic. But I yelled this in reply to the neighbor when he leaned over the balcony earlier and asked what I was doing up so late. Dear friend, it's only 10:00p but I guess that is rather late to some. I told him I couldn't miss this glorious thunderstorm we were lucky enough to finally receive after this bait and tease game Mother Nature seems to have been playing over the last few weeks. She came through tonight. I only wish I could send some of it to the far off places that desperately need it.
I looked around, through the lightning and swaying trees and realized I wasn't the only one out on the patio, watching the rain fall down in buckets. I smiled and thought, well maybe I'm not so weird after all. I've always been so twitterpated with weather, especially thunderstorms, and ice storms and SNOW. I think the weather even affects my mood sometimes. August just d r a g s along so slowly, when you live in the state of Texas. Triple digits, pavement that can literally singe the bottom of your bare feet, seatbelts in the car that brand your bare legs.... But I've done rather well this year, dealing with August and my dislike of it all. I go outside anyway, water bottle(s) entow. I walk anyway, but it's pretty early in the morning, to avoid the extreme heat. I swim anyway, even though I have to be in the pool for most of it, to stay cool.
Because September is around the corner! Thus beginning my most favorite four months of the year. It's not that it immediately drops in temperature to a lovely 75 degrees. Or that it completely eliminates the dreaded humidity. It's just that it's September. The promise of crisp breezes wafting through my open windows. The sounds of football games, and leaves swirling, and wearing leather boots with jeans!
You will find me at my best in every month, if I'm doing it right. But you will find me at my very best, in October. Pumpkins, and roasted seeds, and ghostly lit windows for Halloween.
Suffice to say, that I've forgiven August for its transgressions. I called a truce this year, and purposely tried to stay neutral and not get so angry with it. The month isn't half over, and I believe I've already won.
So go ahead August, drag along if you will. There is still only 24 hours in a day, and when I flip that calendar page over to September, I will bid you farewell for 12 months.
But, say, would you mind being a little more gentle in 2013? And a little less dry?
Merci!
See you soon friend,
Tiffany
PS Remember my Mastering the Art of French Cooking endeavor I began a few weeks ago? It's going quite well, I made a boeuf bourguignon that would make Julia Child proud. Tomorrow she would have been 100 years old. Dear Julia, Bon Apetit! Thank you for sharing your gifts.
