As I write this, temperatures are soaring to 36C. This is autumn in the Western Cape! Seriously?
We have Berg winds again. To understand what this means, open your oven door when you’re cooking pizza and let the hot air waft over you. This kind of heat is blowing in through my open windows and doors right now. There is nowhere cool to go. Even sitting under the trees provides no respite today.
I am tired of wearing T-Shirts and shorts and sweltering all day!
I am tired of the soft bread in my sandwich toasting itself in the air while I eat it, so the last bite is decidedly drier and crunchier than the first!
I am tired of a perpetual summer that began last September/October, over 7 months ago!
How do I know it is not summer any longer, but autumn? My calendar tells me so, as does my neighbour’s deciduous tree.
Summer may be officially over, but so many plants are just starting their new growth. Look at my camellia bush; bursting to overflowing with buds:
And my newly planted little honeysuckle, that is flourishing:
The impatiens in my hanging baskets, that keeps on producing flowers all year round.
Perpetual summer? I think so!
Oh well, time for ice-wine by the pool!