It's all about the weather

Another hot and humid week has passed. Actually we did have two or three nice days with no humidity. Any way it got me thinking about when I was little. We were always at the coast. My dad fished, my mom took us to the beach where we would stay all day. It is some of the best memories I have of my childhood. But where were the memories of the heat, the humidity, the sand where God never intended sand to be? You know it happened. It was Texas. I had none of those memories.
You see we normally don't have humidity like we have had this summer. I got spoiled. About five years ago I told my kids that we were thinking about moving to the coast. Sell the farm, buy a little spot close to the beach and become beach bums.  They could come visit. We were excited. The dogs were excited. That plan was going along pretty good until I walked outside to do some farm chores and it was hot- not just hot-but hot & humid. Very humid. The childhood memories came back to me of being hot- the humidity and the hot wind that seemed to blow all the time. I knew then that I would not be moving to the coast. I no longer had dreams of being a beach bum or even running a little shell shop.
 Instead there will be frosty spring mornings when you sit outside in the morning drinking coffee with a blanket around you, summer days when it is almost too chilly to get in the pool, chilly hayrides in the fall to pick apples and the quiet, cold snows in the winter. I love a good blizzard. Taking a walk after the first snow of the season. Do I miss Texas? Oh yes at times. I miss the beach, the ocean even the hot salty air. I will go back one more time before I die. To see the changes all that have occurred since Leslie was little, to see the grand kids see the ocean. Shop the surf shops and shell shops. Have some fresh seafood. Then I'll come home to Minnesota. I'll turn the AC off in September. In October I'll drain the pond, cover the tender perennials and bring in the annuals. I'll get out my snow shovels and move the lawn mowers to the back of the garage and pull the snow blowers out to the front.(I do love to move snow) I'll bake and sew and work on some stained glass. Play with the grand kids and plan gardens for the spring. I'll whine about the cold and the wind that never seems to stop blowing. I'll be thankful.