Well, it’s finally here. Summer. Tipped towards the sun, our temps rise as the days get longer. It was a long, Long, LONG winter and it seemed like the little tryst between Momma Nature and Jack Frost was going to go on forever. Spring, late as she was, seemed to last only about 3 weeks before temps hit the sultry, upper 90s here in Middle Missouri.
Too hot. Too cold. Too much snow. Too wet. Too dry. Too windy. Too humid. Too….too…too.
Why is it we seem to always complain about the weather? Do we have such a narrow comfort zone that we can’t accept a little detour now and then? I tried really hard to adjust my attitude and embrace Snowmeggedon last February as the fantastic event it was. And the frozen frost thing was something I hadn’t seen before, so that was a novel photo opp. On “snow days” from work, I took the opportunity to capture some snow birds at my feeders. After the thaw, I tried to take advantage of the small window of opportunity to enjoy spring blossoms before the wind blew them two states away.
But, every year I have a very hard time embracing the transitional tornado season. Yes, the sheer power of these storms are awesome, but they scare the bejeebers out of me. I have no idea what a bejeeber is, but after this year’s round of tornadic storms, I’m quite certain I don’t have any left in me.
And now…Summer’s here! I wonder how long it will be before I’m complaining about the heat.
Oh wait, I already did that last week.