I have been reading that the weather is different state wide this year, the worst in many of many. It has still been a bit challenging here, five hours south of my former home. I arrived on the 26th of August last summer, and thus far, June 2021 included, last August is the only month I haven’t received snow. The only month that didn’t require lighting a fire or the wall heaters to keep the house warm. My body is yearning for Summer, for heat, for movement with the pounding sun, a time to leave windows open, put plants outside, walk barefoot.
It is lovely here, both the land and the community, and it is my home. It just weighs heavy on my heart, less than three weeks from the equinox, and I still wear a wool hat and wool jacket whilst walking the dog.
Better than a drought, yes.
Better than my former home, yes.
Idyllic southern Colorado weather, not yet.