Summer thinks it’s gone. Yet here in the Southwest, we have Santa Ana’s….winds that blow from the desert to the ocean. They pick up the heat from the desert floor and blow us away with their dryness and scorching us with the heat.
In Junior High School one year, I wore wool on the first day of school. The Santa Ana heat blew us all away that day steaming us in our encasements. We all would rather have been high on the Ferris wheel dreaming of ice cream cones and stuffed bears from the Midway.
Santa Ana’s bless us now with cool nights to balance out the heat of the days. Last night George pulled out the fluffy blanket that usually armors our fall nights. I woke a few times finding myself tightly cocooned against G. Shivering even. The thick green fluff wasn’t quite enough to ward away the cold. It’s going to turn hot again next week, so adding flannel now would be a silly thing to do. Still….