I’m obsessed with the weather. For as long as I can remember- I associated places, people and times in my life with what the weather was like. I’ve lived in extremes of both kinds- frigid winters in the UP of Michigan and Montana- as well as the scorching, sweltering never-ending summers of South Carolina. So when my husband first brought up the idea of moving here to the Tilburg, Netherlands area- my first question to him was predictably: ‘What’s the weather like?’.
We researched and prepared ourselves for cold, wet rain the majority of the time. After six long years in the south- I had had enough and the idea of cooler days was appealing. Heck, I was even ok with a little bit of snow if that’s what it was going to cost. The last pregnancy I had in SC with the summer heat was absolutely insane. I will never forget it. In fact- being house bound, I still couldn’t take it. Heat and I are done, and that’s a-ok with me. My husband is also pretty ok with this fact considering he sweats in anything over 72 degrees. Back ‘home’ it is probably still in the 90s and will stay that way for a little while longer. While some people adore heat like that- growing up a Michigan girl that just seems strange. The passing of time is marked to me by the change of seasons. I need that.
Thus being a person obsessed with the weather I just want to take a second and scream and how in-freaking-credible the past few weeks have been. Summer here got off to a very slow start- but once it kicked in, my gosh. I don’t think we could have been anywhere more perfect. I forgot what zero humidity felt like. I forgot what it was like to enjoy a sunny day. I forgot what it was like to wear layers and peel them off as the day wore on. We’re happily outside these days- and now the sun is more golden, and we’re finding leaves on the ground. At night it’s almost chilly and we snuggle under blankets contentedly.
But with all of this awesomeness is most absolutely a draw back or two. Here- there isn’t pumpkin scented this, or pumpkin flavored that. I know that to an extent US marketing kind of barfs pumpkin guts all over consumers, but hey- when you don’t have it you kind of miss it. I am still a candle tart addict- so the few I have left from the states aren’t exactly fall scented. What a contradiction- here I can finally keep the windows open and yet I’m complaining about missing fake pumpkin scent.
There won’t be any fall table runners or plastic pumpkin decor this year and that’s ok. Those years ahead will be filled with all the fall goodies Target, Pottery Barn or whatever store I shop at can throw at me, I’m sure. For now I am just going to enjoy the simplicity- the golden sunny days, blue skies and real leaves on the sidewalk. L&C turn three mid-October, and although this year we won’t have a college game day on in the background- we have a trip back to ‘the jungle‘ planned in Germany in lieu of a party. Not all bad. I’ll envy you and your Pumpkin Spice wafting from the kitchen, but meh. I think I was the only one in the house that liked it anyway.