I am glad summer is almost here. I say this as it is late May and barely above 50 degrees. I don’t know if seasons in Iowa have always been wacky or if it is climate change issue, but two days ago it was practically 90 and now I’m snuggled under blankets and saying “brrrr” out loud to no one.
Winter is a thing to get through. It’s fine at first. Charming, even. There’s always the hope for a white Christmas. And a blizzard is gorgeous. The first blizzard. The third blizzard is pretty but painful. The one that sometimes comes in April is nothing short of a curse. Iowa. People decided to settle here. Way back. I guess the land was good for farming. But they stayed for winter! Even when there’s a whole lot of coastal states to choose from. I settled here! I went away to Texas and then came back. Of course, summer in Texas might be worse than winter in Iowa. It’s hard to say. I change my mind with the seasons.
I am looking forward to maybe going strawberry picking this year. I say that every year. I have yet to go strawberry picking. But I like that I can if I want to.
I am not a summer girl. I do not want to get in a bathing suit and spend time in a pool with a hundred other souls, some of them children who don’t care about where they pee. Some of them maybe adults who don’t care about where they pee. I do not love the sun. I know the sun is important and I would miss it if it wasn’t around as much (as I do in the winter), but when it beats down on me and makes me squint and gives me burns and rashes and sweaty bras, then, I do not like it.
I am an autumn girl. No surprise. I’m not special, I know. But I think it’s up there on the list of reasons I couldn’t stay away from the midwest. That and the traffic and cockroaches. Cockroaches in Texas are practically human sized. Autumn has days right on the verge of both warm and cool. Days where you feel most alive, I swear. Like you could conquer things. Like you have the energy to carve pumpkins. And the leaves fall and swirl and crunch. And you think more about hot chocolate you’ll never get because why get a hot chocolate when you can get a mocha, but still. You could. And cardigans. I love cardigans. Autumn is for walks and library visits and wine tasting and apple picking. All good things.