Summer 2014: Pre-Postmortem
I'm aware that there are still several weeks before summer officially ends, but let's face facts: emotionally, we have already entered fall. Time now to assess how 2014 ranks against New England summers of past memory. (I'd ask you to take a survey, but I'll bet you've taken 10 already today).
Can I tell you? It’s number one.
I’ll admit I don’t remember each one of my nearly 30 summers spent predominantly in New England, but come on, has there ever been a Boston summer with weather like this? There’s been so little humidity I’ve actually forgotten how gross it makes me feel. There were a few 90 degree days, but I spent most of them in Connecticut – still New England – where the coast was breezy and pleasant. Not quite enough rain falling regularly for the plants, but we did have a big soaking day or two of it before I went camping in New Hampshire (more New England!) in August, which helped replenished the groundwater and made the chance of starting a forest fire in the White Mountains extremely low.
Go ahead, complain: “It wasn’t hot enough.” Please! You’ll get your heat in years ahead, I’m told, enough to satisfy your craving.
I ask you now to join with me in a round of applause for The Summer of 2014! Thank you. Thank you very much.