Reversal of Seasons
This post isn’t about weather, much. It’s more about the odd adjustment to being in a different hemisphere than I’m used to. You may recall that when we came down to Chile the weather in Peoria was like this:
Well we knew that was going to change, and as March went on it did: more clouds, more fog and cooler temperatures. The delayed spring in the north tempered the effect of this for us, however. And recently we’ve had a nice run of days with lots of sun. The temperatures, however, have definitely cooled, even on the nice days. It feels … like fall.
Which it is, but my mind says it shouldn’t be. Here the leaves are turning brown and dropping while my Facebook feed is filled with pictures of bright green grass and spring flowers. And part of me knows I should be experiencing this too.
I suppose the upside is that there will be no snow here under any circumstances, and the rains that may be coming haven’t arrived yet. The snow has started on the Andes though, as we saw last time we were in Santiago.
We knew missing spring would be tough, and it is. As you prepare to pick strawberries (you are going to pick your own strawberries when they’re available, aren’t you? Schaer’s, if you’re in the Peoria area) they are no longer available here, although pears have arrived and are delicious. But no more berries or melon, so eat some for us those of you up north.
There’s a nip in the air that’s hard to correlate with the baseball games I’m watching and I still feel like it should be getting warmer, not colder. It’ll be interesting to see how my body and mind react when we come home to Peoria and summer in about a month.