Ahhhhhh. After the longest, hottest summer I can remember ever experiencing in Oregon (and I have lived here for 40 years!), Fall is finally upon us. We've had several long, soaking rains now, and there is a definite frost in the air at night. Normally I would feel a little bummed to say goodbye to the fleeting sunshine and warmth that used to be an Oregon summer, but global warming has changed all that.
While many may celebrate the long, hot days I say they are definitely too much of a good thing. Long hot day after long hot day is just exhausting. All the plants and trees are dry and suffering, the animals too, as is anyone without air conditioning. It's pretty brutal, especially if you're a pale and pasty Oregonian who is not used to it.
Also, hot days tend to bring out the worst party animal in some people, provoking them to stay up all hours and BLAST THEIR STEREOS at every opportunity, and these days stereos are LOUUUUD. I can feel my heart bumping against my lungs when some of those cars go by!
Now all is quiet. The wind and the rain are soaking the parched tree roots and giving the squirrels a much needed drink and a bath.
All the party animals are in their houses and don't feel inclined to blast their woofers in the rain. The Harley Davidsons that usually roar down the summer streets (and blast their stereos! Stereos on motorcycles is a terrible idea by the way) are finally idle at their curbs or in the garages, where they ought to be. The drunk people who scream in the middle of the night all summer long, are huddled in the doorways of the bars instead of parading past our front door. Now that it gets dark around 5pm, the neighbor who looooves to do yardwork (and blast his stupid stereo) has to go inside at a decent hour. I love it.
Winter is coming, they say, ominously. I say, is that a promise?
Giving thanks for the rain in Oregon. xoxoxoxo DR