We had Texas Spring for about an hour the other day. The morning was fresh and clean feeling. The birds were singing, the scent of flowers wafted, the breeze was light, the sun gentle. Yes, about an hour the other day, it was spring.
Texas Summer, with its heat, has arrived. It actually was late coming this year. The calendar still says April, but the weather says early summer. Damp, stifling, thick hot air. The world is a steam bath. Suffocating, deadly.
I love it! Really. Not joking at all. I love my Southeast Texas summers.
Sunshine, thunderstorms, trips to the river to laze on the banks and cool off in the deep, clear waters.
Fresh tomatoes, cucumbers, squash, melons grown just out the back door. Banana trees reaching up to provide shade on the porch just in time for the hottest days.
Making pickles. Watching fireflies. Firing up the pit for barbecue. Fish fries, fireworks, flags waving.
When I was a kid, living in this same house, we did not turn on the air conditioner. We used an attic fan to draw air in from outside. Mother would cover the arch from the living room to the rest of the house with a king size sheet and run a window unit in the evenings while we watched one of the two television stations we received. Musical/comedy variety shows, family dramas, detective shows.
At 6:15 p.m., the house was quiet to see the local weather forecast. Ssshhhhh……the weather is on…….. In summer, so near the Gulf, plus a sailor father, the hurricane season was as critical as the football season. No longer any sailors with us, but the habit lingers. And the hurricanes still come.
The roads were white sand. With the baking of the sun and the grinding of car tires, the sand would become like the finest talc and coat my bare feet and legs by the end of a day of bike riding. There were ever flowing artesian fed pipes of cold water scattered at the park on the lake. Refreshment. No need to go home for a drink. The white sand and the artesian wells have fallen prey to “progress”.
Summers. Memories. Already we are planning our summer adventures. The river beckons. The heat reminds us of rope swings and muddy banks. Sand bars and blow up floats. Wade fishing before the other boats arrive to crowd the shore.
I love my Southeast Texas Summers……………
Such sweet memories……..
Taking me home, Mollie B……. Thanks
And yes, I know it’s “Molly”…. Stinking auto correct is used to me putting my street address in and I sent before the proofread…..
You forgot the summer campouts, those were the best, sleeping in a tent all nite (with all the bugs), getting up to a small of camp coffee and bacon frying, swimming in the lake (without the gators) fishing (catching tiny perch, not wanting to throw they out), and being with our wonderful family. Those are my best memories of our whole family, the ones gone on are missed terribly.