Nothing makes me long for the Pacific Northwest more than late summer in Atlanta. By this time of year my patience is worn thin with sticky mornings and evenings, and unbearable afternoons littered with thunderstorms that seem to do nothing to break the humidity's stranglehold. But yet, every third day or so by this time of year, you catch a fleeting breeze that cools, that doesn't carry the burden of 70% water. It sneaks in, cools your face and sends a reminder of what summer in Seattle can feel like.
Three years ago, in an August much like this one, Jeff and I headed west to visit family, soak in nature, and cool our internal temperatures a few degrees. We hiked, strolled, boated, ate and played frisbee in beautiful places. We had sun, drizzle, downpours, fog, sometimes in the same day. We loved it.
While I toil to till the parched earth of our fledgling garden and rue the damage that critters have wrought on everything but the zucchini (it just died from lack of water. Sorry old boy.), I think of my uncle's garden in Kent. How plump and delicious the blueberries were as I picked hundreds of them, my mouth watering in anticipation of eating every one. I think of how awestruck I was by the massive, "pesky" weed of a blackberry bush gone rampant across from Uncle Bernie and Aunt Karen's house. I had to run back to the house for buckets, tupperware, whatever I could grab that would hold the bounty of those deep purple blackberries. My Aunt and Uncle seemed indifferent to my collecting the sweet fruit, while I acted as if I'd never seen a bush nor tree bear anything but leaves in my life. That is Seattle, bountiful in rain, thereby bountiful in beautiful flowers, summer fruits and vegetables and rich green grass. The reward of the gloom I suppose.
So as I wallow in the heat of Georgia's August, I dream of Seattle, and Vancouver and the San Juans, and how one day I'll show Hadley these places because they are so stunningly beautiful.
Points if you can name where each of the following was taken. (and if you guess "Katie's Uncle's back yard" on that last one, you're genius)