I just walked outside to put some stuff in the recycling bin and Summer hit me.
So now I’m sitting here on the deck (I know I should have mentioned that it was finished, but I hate to gloat) with a beer and my laptop, completely consumed by how fantastic this time of year can be.
It’s 33°C and there’s a breeze coming in from the west that can’t decide if it’s blowing hot or cold. It’s dry too, no hint of humidity here, although truth be told there’s a special sensuality about humid days that I learnt to love during my teenage years, when we’d spend weeks at a time in Yamba on the NSW North Coast.
It’s been a very mild Summer by Albury standards, the last few days are the first to regularly stray into the mid 30s, so it hasn’t really felt like Summer; that really changed today. Working in the converted colorbond garage that I fondly refer to as ‘The Hut’ today, the portable evaporative cooler had no chance at all of beating back the heat. I cursed the heat.
But all is forgiven, evenings like this are why I love Summer, and the long twilight that we get this far south simply makes me love it more. Summer may be a cruel mistress but I am completely in her thrall.