Wondering about the weather....
We’ve had beautiful sunny weather since before Easter, and each day it gets warmer. Early on, temps were in the upper 50s but now at the end of spring break they’ve climbed into the 80s.
I’ve loved the sunshine flooding into the house, the chance to see the stars in the night sky, eating meals out on the terrace, observing the way the leaves have unfurled and gilded the trees, the proliferation of flowers coloring the landscape, the sight of people biking, walking, and running.
But I don’t like the heat.
Normal temperatures in Belgium this time of year top out in the 50s or low 60s. Seeing 83 degrees for a string of days in April gives me pause. Last summer we suffered from a record heat wave from late June until the end of July. I became increasingly listless and miserable. Keep in mind that homes and businesses aren’t air conditioned in most of Europe, that when it gets hot there is no where to go to cool down. All those charming brick and stone houses with tile roofs turn into solar hot boxes. After a few days, I begin to feel as flat as a pizza in a brick oven. There’s just no relief.
Plus, with global warming and climate change constantly in the news, there’s a sinister undertone to every freakish weather occurrence. I felt unsettled when Nance, who lives in northern Ohio, said she’d had a green Christmas and a white Easter. When Belgium, which normally sees average highs of 70 degrees in the summer, has weather in the 80s and 90s for weeks on end, it’s worrisome. My brother in New York was buried by record-breaking snowfall last winter, my sister in Maine had floods, and all the violent thunderstorms whipping through Virginia have cost us thousands of dollars in tree service costs.
So when a friend tells me the bright warm weather is supposed to continue all this week, my smile is a little wan, my happiness tempered by thoughts of ozone inversions, melting glaciers, droughts, and fears of the unknown spanning both the short-term and long-term. Really, I’m trying to appreciate the sun, but I think I’m ready for Belgium’s trademark gray skies and rain to let me know all is right in the world after all.
April 15, 2007
Reader Comments (9)
Global warming truly is affecting the weather pattern. And now that I live in northern Texas, a.k.a. Tornado Alley, it is even scarier. On Friday, a tornado or two dropped down all too close to the neighborhood, and I was really frightened for my husband who was on the road for work, and in the direct path of a predicted tornadao at about the time it should have hit. He missed it by a few miles, thank God, but the scare remains, and it is even scarier to think that these events will be more and more commonplace.
We're cooking over here in our non-a/c apartment and the change was so sudden. Gert said it will drop to 18 celsius tomorrow ... I'm kinda looking forward to that.
What will summers be like when my children grow up?
And I also hate to be hot. HATE IT. I'd prefer to be cold any day.