Not three days ago I was begging a resident of upstate New York to email me photos of her fall foilage. But now we’ve had legitimately crisp days right here in Atlanta, GA and the weather forecast confirms it’s not a fluke! Cancel my pathetic order!
Only – why is Weather.com being such a frail old lady about the change in seasons? I need to consider cold-related pain tomorrow, when the temperature peaks in the low eighties? I need to start preparing for SAD on sunny Saturday?
I know that we Southerners get super sensitive about snow and ice in the winter but we LIVE for the first full weekend of zero percent humidity. Everyone breaks out their wool blazers and favorite argyle items as soon as temps dip below 87° – it’s a fact! That’s why it’s so sad when inevitably a three-week humid heat wave comes in October and no one wants to put sensible cotton short-sleeved attire back on. Lots of moist people in sweater vests and Glen plaid dragging themselves through the dying strains of Atlanta summer – frankly, it’s just embarrassing for everyone.
Come abrasive February when your toes feel like they might break off like little chickpeas, you better remember how you insisted on wearing riding boots on a brilliantly sunny nearly-summer day! You remember that!
In other words, looks like tomorrow’s the perfect time to break out the old black tights and elbow-length gloves again!
Rich's Fall Hosiery Show, October 1950 (via GSU photographs special collections)
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Tags: autumn, seasonal affective disorder, the weather, weather.com
We rage, rage against the dying of the heat, at least at our house. But we did get some sweaters dry cleaned just in case.