I couldn’t ask for better summertime weather. Today was a perfect day. No humidity. Blue skies. Sunshine and sundress and sandal temperatures.
But not every day is like this. Tomorrow is supposed to reach 90 degrees (32, Celsius—I really have to start using the metric system). It will be hot, especially in my treehouse. But it will also be fleeting. There is rarely more than a two- or three-day stint of hot and humid weather before some front moves in and cools everything off dramatically. So then there will be a grey day in the 70s. A little cool, but not cold. And the day after that will be a little warmer. And then a little warmer, still. And then it comes full circle with the pitch-perfect day, crossing over into hot territory.
Just like Popeye used to say: if you don’t like the weather, stick around awhile. It will change.