The past few days have been hovering around ninety degrees. The last time I checked, the calendar says it is September. Ninety degree days are fine for those less moody states like Florida, Texas, and California, but here in Minnesota the warm days are doled out like ice cream in hell. We get confused when we don’t see our breath pluming outwards first thing on a fall morning. Please understand, I’m not complaining! Confusion makes life interesting. This Minnesota hot flash will be a short-lived tease, and then reality will return. The weather wise-ones say by Thursday frost warnings will be in effect. Sigh.
Today I noticed raspberry stains on my flip-flops as I walked across the yard. (Note: I have never had raspberry stains on my mukluks.) Booker was standing in the fish pond annoying the koi and staying cool. My tee shirt clung to me in full-on humidity wilt as I poured a glass of iced tea and gave a silent toast– “It’s September, I’m hot, and it’s the best part of my day. Thank you mother nature!”