Today my friend John Walsh wrote about the assumed end of summer in his always-brilliant blog post. Read it here: http://johnwalshcopy.wordpress.com/2012/09/01/saying-goodbye-to-summer/
John, I’m not sad to say goodbye to summer. I know, I know. I can hear it now: “Martha, are you nuts?” “You want winter, and all that snow and slush?” “The shorter days?” (Okay, I’ll give in on that one. I do enjoy twelve to fourteen hours of daylight.) But not the heat, the humidity.
It’s not my fault. My people came from England and Ireland. There’s no Mediterranean blood in me, even if my culinary taste does lean towards Italian, Greek, and Provençal. Fortunately, I’m married to a man who feels the same way I do; otherwise, there would be big trouble. We’ve run the air conditioning for months now, it seems, and I look forward to that first day – you know, that first day when the breeze is brisk and chilly. When I can open all the windows. When I dig out the sweatshirts.
Tomorrow is September 2nd, and I’ll hit the beach. Channel 12 says sunny, dry, and 77 degrees. I hoping for ten degrees cooler at East Matunuck.