Down here in the coastal south, we essentially have only three seasons: warm, really freakin’ hot, and oh-my-God-I’m freezing here. Sometimes we go through all three seasons within the course of a week. If you’ve ever lived here, or even visited for an extended period of time, you know exactly what I’m talking about.
Case in point: a mere six days ago, it was 78 degrees outside with a low in the 60’s. Not exactly fall-like weather– not that we actually have fall around here. One day the leaves are there in the trees, the next day, they’re all over your yard. There’s none of this gradually changing colors thing or consistently cool weather. Nah-uh. Those are just fairy tales.
What was I saying?
Oh, yeah. So, six days ago it was 78 degrees. Today the high is 54–it’s 52 right now. Tonight…27 degrees.
Now, 27 is not the coldest it’s ever been around here. The day we moved it was 19 degrees– and we lived a stone’s throw from the water, so that’s saying something. According to the weather records, we hit 9 and 10 degrees one Christmas and the day after. However, 27 is nothing to sneeze at. Or maybe it is. Shorts and t-shirts one day, long underwear and sweaters the next. Perhaps I should stock up the medicine cabinet just in case.