Summer seems to have arrived in The Northern Woods, with barely a hint of Spring ever happening.
I looked out the big picture window this morning and saw the meadow full of honeysuckle, lupins and thistle… bees and other flying insect bumbled drowsily around and birds dove in and out of the tall grass.
The day rippled with a haziness that indicated the deep heat of Summer, but I didn’t feel the heat the way I expected when I opened the windows the day. I expected that lazy warm breeze that would wend into the room and meander its way through the house… taking the damp hostage and leaving the scent of flowers and dirt lurking in the furniture and fixtures well into Fall.
The wind that whistled through the screens still had a chill bite that had me reaching for a sweater.
I immediately closed the windows and pulled on a thick woolly blanket, wrapping it tightly around me.
I guess it’s not really Summer here until August, but the bright sun had me feeling hopeful that warmer days were on the way.
And, maybe they are, but just not today.
It was not the first time that the visuals of The Northern Wood did not match the physical experience.