It would take a lot to make me break blog silence at this point, but fall in Georgia has done it. After five miserable months of unbroken 90s with smothering humidity, we’ve finally hit a run of crisp, sunny days in the 60s with nights dipping below 40.
If Georgia could just give us, oh, say three months of this, we promise we’d quit threatening to move north every other week.
But within a month, we’ll drop down into the 40s and maintain a gray, damp chill through March. Where the White Witch made it always winter but never Christmas in Narnia, those of us in the peach state are consigned to endless, monotonous winter without the solace of snow.
Just for these few weeks, though… I’ll call myself a Georgian.