It’s day thirty of these ninety-three days of summer; and it’s been anything but summery.
Nowadays it seems the weather can only work in extremes, it’s either sweltering hot there or unseasonably cold here; we’ve lost the balance.
I’m still hopeful that we’ll get to have a bit of summer this year, that these sixty odd days remaining will turn things around.
While we wait, we’re begrudgingly thankful that we didn’t pack those scarves away.