April Schmapril

I hate April. April, historically speaking, pretty much blows. And then there’s that whole spring thing.

The only season I hate worse than spring is winter. I hate being cold, but what’s going on with my eyes and nose right now is almost as bad. Everything is either running, itching or crusted over right now, and I don’t think I can take much more of this.

I know everyone loves spring. The sun has come out. The flowers are blooming. Baby animals abound. I know. I hear you on the April showers and May flowers. Seriously, though, enough with the bloody flowers.

I realize that I am a total freak. I’ve said this every year, I’m saying it now, and I’ll probably say it again next year – I can’t wait for summer so everything can just go ahead and die, and I can breath again.

Not to mention that whole not cold thing.

Just sayin’.

Indian Summer – My Favorite Time of the Year

Today was one of the awesome, sunny, clear days in San Francisco. These are the kind of gorgeous days that make you forget when you were freezing your nose off in the middle of July in the fog. It was warm, brilliant, and comfortable out in The City today.

I went over to the farmers’ market at the Ferry Building on Embarcadero at lunch. I got a vegan tamale for lunch, and picked up persimmons.

I love the “fall” in the city. It’s funny, though, that in other parts of the country, it’s starting to turn cold, and people are unpacking their sweaters and coats. Here, we never pack up the sweaters or coats, because you’re just as likely to need them in June as you are in January. However, you also never know when you can wear skirts and sandals. I think tomorrow is going to be a skirt and sandal day for me personally. It’s nearly October.

I hope that this October does not disappoint me. It’s usually the warmest month of the year here, but this year has been very off. We didn’t get enough rain over the winter, and then it never got as hot inland as it normally does. It’s normal for it to be barely 60 in The City in August, but not in Concord. I guess only time will tell, but I’m hoping for many more brilliantly warm fall afternoons in San Francisco.