The Big Chill
I’m having a flashback to the beginning of May. The warm sunny days, the blooming flowers, the smiling people wandering happily through parks and lingering over lunches in sidewalk cafes. I remember that week where we all reached for short-sleeves and traded shoes for sandals and considered how lucky we were to be living in beautiful Belgium.
My gosh, what the hell happened? What did we do after that to incur the endless wrath of the Mighty Gods of Meteorology? All I know is that several weeks ago the wind kicked up, the clouds blew in, and the rain has been blowing sideways ever since.
We’ve all retreated to our houses and offices, our smiles sliding off our faces like the water on the windowpanes.
With much grumbling and grousing, I’ve had to retrieve my turtlenecks and sweaters from storage. My heavy leather jacket has cycled back into rotation in the coat closet, and I haven’t dared to leave the house without a scarf.
In the evenings I often sidle up to the radiators to see if they’re hot so I can warm my back against them. At night I’ve been pulling on socks before I climb into bed and drawing the red fleece blanket and flannel sheets up to my chin. My desktop is littered with teacups, and there are fresh ashes in the fireplace. Hello, is it really JUNE?
I haven’t lived in Belgium long enough to know what’s typical for any given season. All I know is that I’m sick to death of spending my days swathed in layers, braced against the elements.
I want to wait for the bus without huddling in the shelter, looking for a spot untouched by blowing rain. I want to go to the market and feel the sun on my bare arms while waiting to pay for fresh lettuce and tomatoes from smiling vendors. I want to set off for a long walk without scanning the sky for banks of ominous clouds or turning up my collar against the wind. I want to leave my umbrella languishing in the dreary dark of the coat closet.
Dammit, I want to worry about getting a sunburn for a change. I want to find a thin place in the ozone layer and huddle under it. Where’s global warming when you need it most? A little UV therapy would certainly lighten and brighten our lives in Europe right now.
Bring it on!
© 2006 Veronica McCabe Deschambault. All rights reserved.
June 1, 2006
Reader Comments (12)
Wah!
Today I went and searched for a summer coat - plus point is that I found one, big minus point is that its baby blue. Ick. Not my colour.
But considering there were a grand total of five coats on the rack in the shop that I like I think I did ok.
It's so weird to see all the short pants, strappy tops, mini skirts and swimsuits everywhere and then look outside and people are wearing winter scarves! It's freezing out there!
So it all depends on one good high pressure zone to stop it, High pressure over Belgium preferably ... but over England or Germany is okay and brings dry weather.
However ... there is no rule about when this high pressure zone will form ... if it doesn't we just have 18-20oC and rain all summer. And if the high pressure zone comes and stays, then we may get 6 weeks of 25-30oC.
Just thought I would share the joy ...
Di, Last summer was mostly wet and cool, except for some hot weather in June....What does New Zealand normally get this time of year?
:)
Shannon
After living in Belgium for 15 months, I now understand why you never see the natives wearing SUNGLASSES.
What I don't understand is what keeps people from jumping off ledges after the gazillionth day in a row of blowing rain.
I'm guessing they don't want to get wet....and really, one would have to be truly desperate to jump onto cobblestones....
NZ is just over 1000kms long, about 200kms wide ... we stretch across a few climate zones, and offer volcanoes, glaciers, mountains, lakes, rivers, hot pools ... so it's more a case of pick a climate and then live in 'that' part of NZ :)
Long answer ... erhemm.