When it feels like summer


I know technically summer isn’t until the middle of June, around my mother’s birthday, but when I stepped outside on my porch the other morning to enjoy my coffee, I felt the sting of humidity and when it feels like summer, I know that the worst of the heat is still to come.
Why can’t it be about 70 degrees year round here in the South and no humidity? I think there is one day of the year, sometime in April, when it is absolutely the best weather and I will stay outside all day, enjoying the breeze and the sunshine.
Life sure has been interesting since March 13, when the state went into partial lockdown and then further into lockdown in April.
I’ve felt like we have all been inside a snow globe and someone has shook it up and depending on our day, our essential shopping needs, our mental health, and family, we are either the snow swirling around or the stationary objects in place.
All I’ve thought since March 13 was when will it feel like summer? Surely by the time that feeling of summer arrives and the snow cones start oozing with tiger’s blood syrup and eagle brand milk, and the last of the irises bloom, and the daily dark clouds of summer showers start falling, life will be back to some semblance of normal.
That maybe perhaps when the humidity hits me like a weight upon opening the front door, coffee in hand, I would feel some sense of comfort, like a long lost hug telling me that spring was just a figment of our imagination and we can all go back to fussing about politics and who the best football team in the South is.
Normal. Is that even a word anymore? What is our “new normal?” I think that our old normal is so far gone and our new normal is so “new” that only time will tell when we all end back up in a routine.
I’m not looking forward to the humidity that is coming, nor the changes that this new normal of life is developing.
In other news, this past week the Wizard finished kindergarten, sitting on a boat dock along Lake Guntersville, watching the sun set and talking to his class on Zoom. I only remember my kindergarten graduation in photos – a fluffy, ruffled pink dress and posing for smiles with my friends. For the Wizard, kindergarten was a whirlwind of fun, learning, and emotions – that age when you are forced to grow up even though you don’t want do. It’s hard.
It was surreal knowing that his first year of school came to an end on a digital meeting held in the palm of his hand. No pomp and circumstance. No awards day. No end of year party. Just a few boats buzzing by on the lake as a chorus of snaggle toothed kids waved and said goodbye on cellphones.
Here’s to the start of summer – humidity and all. May it be a whole lot better than the spring we all just endured. And may football return to us in the fall.

Laura Pitts is a former Daily Mountain Eagle reporter. She is currently director of the Scottsboro Public Library.