Waiting for Summer...

As the weekend marks the beginning of September, official back to school-football season- and all the wonderful autumn bits in my mind I realize that something significant is missing... I am still waiting for summer to start. I am quite confused of what happened in the natural order of seasons. We went from a cold December, they say the coldest in years, though I fully believe I only feel that way because at the time we were living in a drafty flat with no wonderful bathtub and I walked much more than I normally have to outside during these times, to and from the tube. A few small dashings of snow fell this year and the city came to a bit of a grinding halt, public transport slowed if not stopping all together and people caused a fuss. We got past the winter though and came into Spring. There were some "unseasonably" warm days I was told. They were lovely spring days... and I too found myself giving into the wimpyness of the Londoners with their ultra sensitive climate noticing bodies. Complaining at the heat of the 20 degree temperature range.... 30... getting above thirty! That was unheard of, unacceptable, just far too hot... I mean that is the kind of weather we had in Marrakech! We then came into summer, or so this is what the dates told me, though I continued to wait on the "summer" weather. I heard consistent reports from the states of the 100 plus fahrenheit  weather they had day after day. I did wear shorts some, but was always sure to have a cardigan or sweater along.

London doesn't have the true four seasons, I am a bit disappointed to say. I haven't found myself urning to wear my jeans, blazers, sweaters and coats... though instead I have been wearing them throughout the entire year. It does help with shopping a bit, as you wear everything, all year round. Though it takes away from so much of the fun of having different groups of clothes.

So, as I realize to me, summer really wasn't ever here... I never wore a swimsuit in London, only on our holidays (Italy, Sweden, and Morocco were the only destinations warm enough to grant such a luxury.) I never wore many of my tank tops without a cardigan near by. The air conditioner was never turned on, no fan was needed, we did open the windows some, though not necessarily to help cool down, but just to let a bit of the fresh outside in.