What's happening down the red dirt road...
It feels like only a ninny would say that Summer was too long, it was though, long, hot and very dry. It hung on for longer than usual. The dizzying heat has a cabin fever like effect on the human psyche. Staring at brown hills, watching plants suffer and shrivel up, even looking up at the blue sky everyday makes you go a little bonkers.
Maybe I am a ninny. A ninny whose been out watering every morning and evening with a hose since late November, in the coolest and nicest parts of the day. First off it's an enjoyable thing to do in the evenings with a glass of red, it's a novelty, a sign of the lovely hot Summer and beach days to come, the Summer holidays stretch ahead. By the end of March you are just desperately looking for any signs of moisture on leaves and in the grass, any sign there's a significant change of season on its way at all!
I remember after a large period of drought in the early 2000's (I think it was 5-6 years in), right on the end of a dry Summer just like this, I decided to move to Ireland for awhile to work. When I arrived at my family's place, I just sat inside their porch for the first three days solid, my face pressed into the coolness of the glass, looking at the lush green pasture, enjoying the sight of the rain while drinking good strong tea. Rain and tea. It was bliss. They thought I was mad. They see rain for 9 months or sometimes more per year. It's another extreme on the other end of the spectrum. It can go both ways.