Spring into Summer

Mother nature decided enough of spring and flipped the switch to summer. What happens in Arkansas when summer hits? The humidity is high, air thick with moisture, hair frizzing like a 1970 perm gone bad, and after a month into it, people are grumbling how they can’t wait for fall.

Now I’m southern, a proud Arkansan born and bred in the Natural State full of rural areas and natures beauty, but  I have a theory about why southerners like myself speak with a slow (depending on the region) twangy draw. I think the first people living in the southern US who experienced the high humid summer felt like the life was being sucked out of them leaving it hard to talk thus drawing out words into a long and slow rhythm. That’s just my thoughts.

So, what to do in this furnace of hades? Find a river and float down the cool water. Hydrate, hydrate, hydrate  Vacation at the beach. For me I’ll just play my best Scarlett Ohara and say my, my ain’t it hot, stay under the air conditioner, and put my butt in the chair writing on another book until fall.