Change is inevitable, growth is optional.
Thankfully, the seasons have finally changed. Summer has moved on, having more than overstayed its welcome.
I’m so relieved. Because I had Summer Affliction Disorder. SAD* for short.
Days of endless sunshine are enough to drive me crazy.
Constant heat. Long, sun filled days.
This sounds like fun until you try getting three little kids to sleep when its still daylight and 30 degrees at 8pm. Only to have them wake again at 4:00am when the sun rises and the goddamn birds start singing.
It’s too hot to turn on the oven, but you don’t really want to eat anyway. Even coffee isn’t much fun. All you want is icypoles and cold beer, and if you overdo it, a hangover will feel like a holiday in hell.
And if you think a bit of romance is an option, forget about it. Being hot and sweaty is, perhaps surprisingly, a bit of a turn off if you want to get hot and sweaty.
Summer lasted a good five months this year, and I’m happy that it’s finally gone.
We had some fantastic downpours in the last week. I’m not exactly sure how many millilitres fell at my place because the passionfruit vine has engulfed the rain gauge.
But after 100 days of dry days and sunshine, I couldn’t have been more excited if it was raining champagne….
The smell of the rain hitting the bare dirt was almost intoxicating. Being a unashamed pluviophile**, I skipped about in a glorious rainy daze.
Months of accumulated dust is washed off everything, all is clean and bright and downright perky. It feels like a restoration.
Because now I confidently turn my hand to autumn planting. It pleases me to see my greenhouse starting to swell with fresh new plants, ready to transform my parched beds into lush parcels of productive beauty. I’ve sown dozens of varieties, and am looking forward to showing them off once they are in place.
My garden currently is in what astrobiologists would call the “circumstellar habitable zone”, or the “Goldilocks zone” for those of us who don’t speak space.
It’s when everything is just right. Enough rain. Not to much heat. Just enough sunshine. The climate is ripe for growth. How exciting!
*Yes, I’m sure you’ve heard of seasonal affective disorder (SAD) or winter sickness. Apparently days of rain, cold and cloudy weather triggers a hibernation instinct of some long past ancestry. Sufferers get irritable, crave carbs, have difficulty concentrating and sleeping, experience decreased sex drive and withdraw from the world at large. Frankly, semi-hibernating under the doona with a stash of carbs, a good book and a thunderstorm soundtrack sounds like a glorious way to spend the day. Much better than sweating from dawn to dusk…
** Pluviophile: (n) a lover of rain, someone who finds joy and peace of mind during rainy days. Basically translates from Latin as “rain pervert“.
Did summer linger too long in your part of the world? Or are you the opposite? Waiting for winter to end? I would love to hear from you, please leave me a comment below.