I was at a fair and standing under a tent on an early June evening with a fan blasting right behind me and it still felt ridiculously hot.
Yup. Houston’s Summer had arrived.
Summertime in Houston isn’t so much a season as it is an ordeal by fire. It is often the last barrier to recent emigres considering whether or not to make the city into their new home.
You may come here in November and be charmed by all the restaurants and parks. You may come here in March and be thrilled by all the culture and sunny weather. Then again, you may come here in August and turn right back around and refuse to get out of the plane.
It’s not a gentle land and definitely not one to wander about without some sort of air conditioner or fan on during the long Summer days.
This evening we were discussing the recent rain storms that had plagued the city for a couple of weeks and relating what we were doing when “the big one struck” on Tuesday night.
Most of the stories centered on underwater roads and monstrous hail stones that pelted anything and everything in sight and of all the downed fences and broken tree limbs that still have to be collected by the garbage collectors.
But here we are a week later and we were sweltering in the stifling heat and humidity. I reflected that life in Houston was often like that. Things were apt to change quickly in this town and if you didn’t adapt you would at best be left behind.
We’ve little to no experience with the bitter Winters that others experience up north but when these storms do make it to Houston we wisely stay in and don’t even try to brave the cold.
Of course we have a lot of experience with Hurricanes and we are often prepared days or even weeks in advance of the large storms. Here’s hoping that we have none of that this year.
In the meantime we are adapting to our Houston Summer and preparing to host this familiar pattern of weather. Hot and sunny for the next 5 or 6 months.
I’m already missing the rain.
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