Until this week, the weather has been quite changeable--so much so that the lemon tree has blooms as does the apple tree and my strawberries. They don't know it's not spring. One day it's rainy, the next it's beautiful.
I know in my head that winter is coming and I think my brain automatically goes into Chicago winter mode even though I haven't been through a Chicago winter in over 30 years [I was raised just across the state line in Whiting, IN but most people don't know where Indiana is]. My mind still goes straight to frost on the inside of the windows because the furnace can't keep up, even though it runs 24/7. Brr.
When it does actually get cold here, it's very rarely below 0 degrees F. Hubby teases me when it gets into minus degrees in Celsius but my I have to stop and tell myself it's not as cold as it sounds, it's not Fahrenheit.
I guess the fact that there is no central heating in homes here doesn't help. We heat the bedroom with an electric heater and I use an electric blanket (the kind that you put under the sheet) so that I can sleep at night; but turning on the electric heaters in the rest of the house when I get up and waiting for the heat is not my ideal way to start the day.
But, it is what it is.Yes, we all live without central heat. And without central air. And without insulation. (The building industry here has only been required to use insulation since 2000). That sounds so terribly archaic but, on the bright side, it doesn't snow very often so I don't have to worry about shovelling snow or driving in slush. And, most days--even in winter--the sky is blue, the air is clean. And I know winter is not forever.