When I woke up at 5:30 this morning, it was 54 degrees (12C). In Virginia. In August.
In fact, the weather has been a bit cooler than usual lately. This week, in particular, has been divine, with highs in the 70s and lows in the 50s.
If you’re not from this part of the world, let me assure you, this is pretty much unheard of.
It’s just like the summers promised in the L.L. Bean catalogs. You’ve seen those, right? Those glossy pages are full of people sailing, hiking, camping, building bonfires on beaches, and more, and I swear they’re all wearing sweaters, fleece pullovers, jeans, and other cool weather clothing. No one is sweating or pulling their shirts away from their warm sticky bodies or fanning themselves with a magazine.
Those catalogs taunt me every June and July when it’s 95 degrees here in Virginiaand it feels like fall will never arrive. And every summer I gripe and gripe about the weather here and fantasize about escaping Virginia and visiting Maine and other chilly places.
Naturally, the one time I’ve been in Maine, it was 98 degrees and very humid and almost no one had AC. Or fans. Or in one case, ice in their freezer to cool down our drinks. At that moment, I was certain that L.L. Bean had been lying to me for years, what with their magical pleasant summers and “summer weight” sweaters. Bastards.
So imagine my pleasure yesterday morning when I was getting dressed for a work meeting and realized that I would need a sweater. Bliss.
If it could stay like this for the next couple of months, I would be delighted.
What’s the weather like where you are? And what’s your favorite kind of weather?