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I have lots of fond memories of living in Vermont, but not many from February. It was usually cold, dreary, snowy. And endless. Winter was never going to be over, I felt sure.
I worked as a TV news reporter and I can recall wistfully watching our cute weatherlady talk to the camera about the February lows in Florida. “It only got down to 68 degrees today in southern Florida, their low if you can believe it,” she’d say. I would have given anything at such moments to beam myself down here.
My first winter in Broward County was heavenly! I lived in Plantation at first and I would walk onto my balcony overlooking one of those manmade lakes, wearing a t-shirt and shorts, and suddenly feel like doing some happy little dance. I’d think, “Is this really February?” It was.
And is. I’ve never quite gotten over that feeling of euphoria about South Florida’s winter weather. Honestly, I really don’t mind the summer weather either. Sit near the water and you couldn’t find a more pleasant place to sip a cocktail, as far as I’m concerned. The tropical heat feels sensual and the breezes are cooling.
But the big payoff for us locals, or anyone who visits this time of year, is the “nyah-nyah” factor, of course. You know, as in calling your friends and relatives up north and casually reminding them that you’ve got the windows open with bright sunshine streaming inside your home or hotel room. In February! “And how’s your weather? Nyah-nyah!”
I’ve spent most of today sitting at my computer screen, rewriting a play that will have its first public reading next month at a major South Florida theater. But baby, I’ve got the windows open and that bright sunshine is streaming inside my home, you better believe. I made a quick trip out for lunch, a great place near me I’ll tell you about sometime soon. I may step out for another gulp of air before a friend comes over for the evening.
Inside or out, in your home or hotel or on the beach or at an outdoor tiki bar, you really can’t go wrong this time of year. I can wear jeans, or I can wear shorts. I can go workout in nothing but my gym clothes and feel perfectly comfortable. Or I can wear a sports jacket for the evening. Is this amazing or what?
I can only hope that some of my northern friends and relatives stumble across this little blog of mine in the coming bitter days as they endure their February freeze. If they mention this entry about the weather to me, I’ll be gracious of course. But inside, part of me will be thinking, “Nyah-nyah!”
I worked as a TV news reporter and I can recall wistfully watching our cute weatherlady talk to the camera about the February lows in Florida. “It only got down to 68 degrees today in southern Florida, their low if you can believe it,” she’d say. I would have given anything at such moments to beam myself down here.
My first winter in Broward County was heavenly! I lived in Plantation at first and I would walk onto my balcony overlooking one of those manmade lakes, wearing a t-shirt and shorts, and suddenly feel like doing some happy little dance. I’d think, “Is this really February?” It was.
And is. I’ve never quite gotten over that feeling of euphoria about South Florida’s winter weather. Honestly, I really don’t mind the summer weather either. Sit near the water and you couldn’t find a more pleasant place to sip a cocktail, as far as I’m concerned. The tropical heat feels sensual and the breezes are cooling.
But the big payoff for us locals, or anyone who visits this time of year, is the “nyah-nyah” factor, of course. You know, as in calling your friends and relatives up north and casually reminding them that you’ve got the windows open with bright sunshine streaming inside your home or hotel room. In February! “And how’s your weather? Nyah-nyah!”
I’ve spent most of today sitting at my computer screen, rewriting a play that will have its first public reading next month at a major South Florida theater. But baby, I’ve got the windows open and that bright sunshine is streaming inside my home, you better believe. I made a quick trip out for lunch, a great place near me I’ll tell you about sometime soon. I may step out for another gulp of air before a friend comes over for the evening.
Inside or out, in your home or hotel or on the beach or at an outdoor tiki bar, you really can’t go wrong this time of year. I can wear jeans, or I can wear shorts. I can go workout in nothing but my gym clothes and feel perfectly comfortable. Or I can wear a sports jacket for the evening. Is this amazing or what?
I can only hope that some of my northern friends and relatives stumble across this little blog of mine in the coming bitter days as they endure their February freeze. If they mention this entry about the weather to me, I’ll be gracious of course. But inside, part of me will be thinking, “Nyah-nyah!”
posted by LauderBLOGGER at 5:10 PM
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