This time last week it was hot and muggy. So hot we slept with the door open (if you are reading this and you are a burglar contemplating robbing us blind – we very rarely sleep with everything unlocked to don’t waste your time coming over to our house). It was a restless night’s sleep after a balmy late (extremely late) summer type day. We have become quite complacent and assume that it will be warm again each day.
Then on Friday we had some friends over for dinner and we did what we usually do when we entertain – we ate alfresco. (It always sounds so much posher when you say alfresco, but it was just a BBQ with steak and burger patties and a salad I whipped up, nothing fancy.) As the sun went down we fired up the patio heater – but once again there is nothing unusual about that and often have it on when entertaining on a summer evening – we are in New Zealand after all, not somewhere tropical!
So it wasn’t until we got up to come inside that we realised just how cold it actually was. The contrast between inside and outside was considerable. All of a sudden my feet felt cold and I had to go and look for socks! Then I got into bed and realised the duvet wasn’t going to be enough for the night and so I went off in search of further bedding and chucked a couple of extra blankets on the kids beds too. If mum is cold then the whole world must be cold too. My feet never really warmed up again.
The ultimate nail in the coffin of summer is the clocks have now gone back and that one hour has a huge effect on seasonal perception. Or coincidentally there is a cold front moving up the country. Either way the nights are definitely getting longer and colder and I can no longer kid myself that it is still summer… but….
I have one more trick up my sleeve. I still have tomatoes in my garden and while there are tomatoes in my garden, no matter how manky the plant looks then it is still summer in my world, even if I have to wrap up warm to go and get one for my tea!
Come again soon – there are still loads that need harvesting so things are still as exciting as that first ripe zuke back in early spring.
Sarah the Gardener : o )