Today we tried going to the park, but the slightest hint of rain made us turn around. Head south, I said, hoping that leaving the convergence zone would lead us to drier pastures. It did not. A light shower dressed us in gloom again. My son fell asleep and my wife decided to go home. I asked her to drop me off so I could run home. In 45 minutes are running I did not feel a single drop.
The spring here is a stubborn as a scrooge. Often the first blossoms will be in February, when temperatures creep into the 50s and 60s. We might get one or two heat waves in spring to break the pattern, but it stays this way the whole season through June, all the way into second week of July. The longest springs last until late July, which my wife finds incredulous.
Yes, it happens, and this year is a textbook case. It can be dreary, cloudy, and rainy from October 1 to July 20. This year seemed to have a long fall in an even longer spring, which has the effect of making every season except summer blend into one another, so that there are only two seasons here: dreary and not dreary. When this happens, the locals call it Juneuary.
There was a girl who moved up here from California when I was working as a night auditor. She mentioned how she couldn't wait for summer in what was March or sometime near. I said I hope you're good at waiting because winter can seem to last into July here. Her look of confusion was the same as my wife's. She never went back to California. It takes some getting used to the long stretches of cloudy days here. There have only been a handful of hot and sunny 4th of Julys in my life, which allows me to rest my case. We live in a land of eternal spring. Good thing it is my favorite season, and June is my favorite month.
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