|At a friend's apartment complex, not mine. Let's make that clear...|
Now that winter has truly left us in the dust, poolside play dates are starting to happen with semi-regularity - either at our apartment, or friends' homes. Given that summer is not even here yet, I can't help but be grateful for the warm days that are beginning to stretch into balmy evenings. Last night, I even kept the windows open overnight. It's the simple things, right?
Most days when J and I chat and compare our days, the weather inevitably comes up. The contrast between spring in Southern California and the Pacific Northwest makes me a little nervous.
Me: So today's been warm. We went [insert: to the park/for ice cream/for a swim]. I'm thinking of grabbing a glass of wine to have on the balcony once the girls are in bed.
J: Today's been fricken wet and grey.
Being from Sydney, I'm no stranger to warm winters and stinking hot summers. However, the unrelenting consistency of it in Los Angeles has 'softened' me even more. I'm also well-versed in grey, wet weather (hello London!) but our time in the UK ended nearly a decade ago. My idea of cold is certainly not what a Seattleite would define as cold.
I'm actually excited about a milder summer (for about two months each year in L.A, it is just too damn hot to do much outside in the afternoons - the lack of decent shade everywhere is a bitch), but the adjustment to the colder, wetter months is going to be... interesting. At least there'll be more snow into the bargain.
My spell in the UK had me wondering if I'm one of those unfortunate souls who experiences SAD (seasonal affective disorder). I'm not being dramatic, it's just that lengthy periods of grey, wet, cold weather don't agree with me. At all. Thankfully, I'm a whole lot older than I was in the UK so I like to think I'm better equipped with the skills needed for combatting the blues - or maybe I'm deluded. We'll see.
For now, I'm making the most of the beautiful weather. I have a morning hike date up Runyon Canyon with a girlfriend next week, which I'm unreasonably excited about. If someone had told me even three years ago that I'd be getting excited about such a thing, I'd have thought they were bonkers.
Anyhow... spring! Love it.