Hints of autumn today with a high of only 82°F. That may not sound like much relief from the heat but in the North Carolina Piedmont it is. Here the leaves don't change until late October. They begin to fall in mid-November and the trees aren't bare until January. Late Fall, short Winter, early Spring and long Summer. September will continue hot with rampant mosquitoes and the mighty chigger. The idea of lying in the grass to star gaze would be folly. Chigger welts heal slowly!
I love my weather app. Our temperature is always about the same as in Rome. High there today 86° F. No coliseum here or motor bike rush hour; no il primo pasta course or il secondo meat or fish course. No house Montepulciano. But we do have similar weather.
London, where I wish I could live one month (or more) out of every twelve, is pretty dreary weather-wise. Mostly wet or less wet. Sun at around 3 p.m. Although right now late afternoon it's 64°F with blue skies. Really lovely for London. Even with the pandemic Londoners must be enjoying their outdoor cafes. Somehow the weather seems irrelevant when we're there. Some places we love rain or shine don't we?
In Keswick, England, a market town on a tranquil lake called Derwentwater, it's raining and 51°F. No doubt it feels colder. We spent one glorious chilly week there in full rain gear tracking down a stone circle from the Neolithic era. After a long hike we found out we could have taken a tourist bus. So glad we didn't! I've got exuberant video of sheep clambering on the stones, their bleating outdone only by the relentless wind.
And it's always fun to check Fairbanks, Alaska. Right now it is 43°F in Fairbanks. Not bad at all. (Post: "Slow Journeying Through Alaska," 9/9/17) When I check the weather in places I've been or lived it brings back memories. Living in London where our daughter was born; a wonderful visit to here or there; a sabbatical year . . . . I know we can't travel right now, but I've enjoyed weather browsing for years. It's not just pandemic-yearning, though there is some of that I'm sure.
Maybe the pleasure springs from the miracle of nature, the changing seasons and the beauty of the world. Maybe a small detail like the weather in Yellowstone National Park (Post: "Adventure Therapy," 3/31/17) sparks the imagination. Or Bryce Canyon, Utah (Posts: "About Awe," 10/18-20/19) where the temperature swings 40 degrees in a day!
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People everywhere enjoying the sunshine, looking for rain, foraging for food, lighting outdoor fires, bundling against the cold and seeking the world's wonders. Our commonality.
It's a good hobby. A simple pleasure.
Nina Naomi
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