The real price of Summer

After spending most of the year complaining about bad weather, Summer has arrived once more in Beetley. The temperature is soaring, and thunder storms are occurring. There is still some rain, but it is intermittent, if no less torrential. We have achieved enviable temperatures in excess of 24C, with attendant blue skies, occasional breezes, and uncomfortable night-time humidity.

The plants over the meadow are at shoulder height, and the river water is achieving a bearable temperature. Plant life is blossoming, and insect life is notable by its abundance. The cold and wet of a few weeks back is but a memory, and we need the fan on, to get a decent sleep. In many respects, this is it. The reason for moving to the countryside, to enjoy the balmy summers of yesteryear.

But there is a price to pay for such luxury. As well as feeling uncomfortably humid, the nights restrict sleep. We need to have the fan on in the bedroom as mentioned above, and the noise is irritating. Open windows during the evening just attract endless bugs, and more biters. The contrast from the cold of only days ago, means that we are unprepared for the change to heat. Sleep comes hard, and both of us are tired. Ollie is too hot on his walks, spending too much time in the river, in an effort to keep cool.

Last weekend, a brief diversion into the woodland nearby, resulted in an inordinate amount of insect bites. Whether Midge, Mosquito, or unknown biter, I emerged with legs comprehensively overwhelmed by bites. On the left leg, nine, the right leg, seven. On my head, four, and all raging with itchiness. Creams and lotions applied, the relief is temporary. Trying not to scratch is a full-time preoccupation. The house feels warm, even with most windows open. Those same windows attract yet more biters, as well as irritating bugs, so the circle continues.

My much longed-for Summer is here, but the bill has also been placed on the table. Not one, without the other. I suddenly yearn for a return to milder days, less bothered by biting insects, and cool walks with Ollie. That is the paradox of the English Summer. You want it all year, but you cannot stand to receive the invoice.

Autumn is looking more inviting than ever.

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19 thoughts on “The real price of Summer

    1. Sorry to hear that you suffer from that Sue. It must make you dread the ‘good’ weather.
      My blog post was meant to be tongue-in-cheek, about how us English (and me in particular) are always complaining about the weather. In your case, you have good reason to worry about it.
      Best wishes from a very warm Norfolk. Pete.

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      1. Oh, I took it as tongue in cheek alright, just thought I would throw my two pennorth in.. But you’re right, I do have moments of dreading hot weather. But..onwards and upwards, and ring the bells that still can ring! Best, Sue

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  1. Greetings from New England. It’s still Spring here with days of gray/rain interspersed with days of sun and comfortable warmth. High temps, humid nights and onslaughts of insects are yet to come. This is so much better than the bitter winter we had here. The growing season has begun so I’m a happy gardener.

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    1. Nice to see you back Gretchen, and happy with the change of seasons too.
      It is so much nicer than that long winter, that’s for sure. Good luck with your gardening. Best wishes as always, Pete.

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  2. What does it take to make you happy? Have you thought of buying a negative ion machine, you could exactly control the weather local to the Johnson residence!! Sorry about the bites, not much fun.

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    1. Thanks Jane. I think it is the sudden transition from nothing to everything. But it was meant to be a bit tongue-in-cheek, and not a serious complaint at all.
      Best wishes, Pete.

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  3. One thing I like about the desert is that there are very few opportunities to get an insect bite. If you go to The Wetlands (through which the Las Vegas Wash runs), you might get a bite or two. Most of the insects we have here are harmless, and we have very few of them in the first place. Back in Missouri, a state full of mosquitoes, ticks, and chiggers, insect bites were also part of the summer routine (not to mention poison ivy). So I understand your position completely. As for the desert heat, I think you know the story!

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