Radiogurl a la Carte

2003-10-23
Just the Right Seasoning

Hooray, it's nearly Almost Summer!

If you're looking at your calendar and thinking not only can I not construct a proper sentence, but I must live south of the equator - you're wrong on both counts. I live in Arizona, which is technically part of the USA, though a walk through the community where I live would convince most people otherwise. One of these days I'd like to move to someplace with a better economy, like a third-world country.

But I digress.

Contrary to what some people believe, Arizona does in fact have four seasons in our year. We have Late Summer, Almost Summer, Early Summer, and Oh My God The Fires Of Hell Really Aren't A Myth After All!

My favorite time of year is Almost Summer. It generally begins around Halloween, when a few foolhardy souls trade in their shorts and tee shirts for sweaters and trousers, as though they lived in the real world. They might pull off the look better if it didn't require that they crank up the AC to maximum just to remain conscious.

By Thanksgiving, most of us can actually handle sweaters and long pants, at least after dark. The sensible ones split the difference during the day, wearing long pants and tee shirts. Then about Christmas time we up the ante, celebrating the season with sweats and pretending it's really cold out. Once in a great while, Mother nature joins in the fun and lets us see snow falling, just enough to get the kids excited and the adults reminiscing over the 'good old days' when they had to shovel snow and worry about frostbite.

By the time Valentine's Day rolls around, though, we're all out planting our gardens, and Almost Summer has yielded once again to Early Summer.

I miss it already.

Before - After

In the grander scheme of things, no soul can truly be replaced. Each one of us has a place in the universal tapestry. We each contribute our own color and texture. When one thread is snipped too soon, it distorts all the threads around it. Other lives can unravel and tear. If the wrong thread is ripped away, the whole fabric of life becomes dangerously fragile.
- LeiLani, aka Radiogurl aka Bright Opal (1957 - )