Oh Megan! As a native Floridian and current resident of hot and humid SWFL (between Lake Okeechobee and Ft. Myers) for nearly the last 40 years, I totally relate to and love your very creative "Billy" inspired poem. I tell people that I have SAD in the summer, rather than winter, and that we have 2 seasons here: summer and not-summer (which could be any other season on any given day).
Oh my word, Megan. You captured the Texas heat so perfectly well. For the 18 years we lived in the Central valley of California my early morning walks had to be around 6:30 a.m., and they remind me very much of what you've written about here. The Pacific Northwest is a much more temperate and lovely clime for walking, and my favorite time of day is between 7:00 and 8:00 p.m. now that daylight lasts till nearly 9:00 around here.
And I will have to agree, even after 40 years in the lovely state of California we have little to complain about here in Seattleland--I thank God every day that we live here.
Adrienne is the one who encouraged me to write a poem about my morning walks. And you are the one who encouraged me to riff off one of Shakespeare's sonnets.
Oh Megan! As a native Floridian and current resident of hot and humid SWFL (between Lake Okeechobee and Ft. Myers) for nearly the last 40 years, I totally relate to and love your very creative "Billy" inspired poem. I tell people that I have SAD in the summer, rather than winter, and that we have 2 seasons here: summer and not-summer (which could be any other season on any given day).
Patricia, YES! I have also told people I get SAD in August/September, when I'm so weary of Billy's "garish sun."
And yes, our seasons are similar. I've heard ours referred to as Almost Summer, Summer, and Still Summer.
I raise my cup of heavily iced tea to you. Stay cool.
Oh my word, Megan. You captured the Texas heat so perfectly well. For the 18 years we lived in the Central valley of California my early morning walks had to be around 6:30 a.m., and they remind me very much of what you've written about here. The Pacific Northwest is a much more temperate and lovely clime for walking, and my favorite time of day is between 7:00 and 8:00 p.m. now that daylight lasts till nearly 9:00 around here.
Super creative sonnet, my friend.
We were so excited last night that at 7:30 p.m. it was only 90 degrees, and so we didn't need a shower after walking the dog around the block.
I don't know how I could stand living in the constant loveliness that is the PNW. What would I have to gripe about?
"Only 90 degrees..." oh, that makes me smile.
And I will have to agree, even after 40 years in the lovely state of California we have little to complain about here in Seattleland--I thank God every day that we live here.
(remind me I said that come February, okay?)
Okay!
a tepid bath. HAHAHAHA.
Adrienne is the one who encouraged me to write a poem about my morning walks. And you are the one who encouraged me to riff off one of Shakespeare's sonnets.
These friends and our dares.