Isn’t it supposed to be cold outside right now? That’s why I’m a freak, because I expect it to be cold in January. Not only that, I want it to be cold.
For those of you who haven’t read my memoirs yet, I’m from Chicago but live in Florida. I miss cuddling up under a blanket and snuggling with my husband. I miss sitting in front of a crackling fire.
I miss slurping a hot cup of homemade chicken noodle soup to melt my frozen bones. I have a great recipe for Chili, but only get a chance to make it about once a year. Where I live, it’s too hot to eat something hot. What about my family’s favorite warming-up food … pasta fagioli.
My Florida friends get mad at me when I complain about it here. I understand that people love it here, and I don’t begrudge them. I hope no one begrudges me for missing things from my hometown. I’m not really complaining, just getting whimsical and rambling about it on my blog.
I guess I’m one of these rare (freak) people who actually likes change. Not to mention that I’m a woman in the stage of life where she’s always hot! 😛 Eight months of hot doesn’t bode well with the state of my health.
Have you ever seen the movie Pleasantville? Nothing ever changed there so everything was in black & white. It never rained, or snowed and the sun always shined. The temperature … perfect. Then, one day things started to change, and little by little their world started to turn from black & white to color.
Check out Why I’m a Freak, Reason #2.
I long for summer to end,
and to gaze upon fall’s foliage.
I long for crisp autumn days
and the crunch of leaves under my feet.
I long for a landscape of sparkling snow,
and for the first buds of spring.
I miss the scent of burning leaves,
and the serenity of fluttering snowflakes.
I miss lilacs delicate fragrance
and the first warm summer day to wear shorts.
I pine for those days when cool grass tickled at my bare toes
with no worry about fire ants burning my skin.
My heart yearns for change,
those times in life that teach us
and give us the opportunity to transform.
I live in a place where the sun always shines,
lawns are mostly green,
and the air is warm and moist.
Nothing ever changes.
Seasons don’t exist.
Beauty in nature abounds.
I long for summer to end.
By Lori (L. Virelli)