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In South Florida, late spring can be a funny time. After Memorial Day, spring usually is … well, summer. But sometimes this final period of spring is still spring. As recently as the last blog, I wrote that the warm South Florida weather was “settling in at last.” We were beginning to get those storms that come and go in the afternoons and the humidity was moving toward the sultry tropical norm for this time of year. But once again, the weather gods proved how foolish it is to predict anything involving the climate. So here I am, on May 27, with my windows open and a sweet cool breeze blowing through. Yes, spring is back. So early this morning, I went out for a nice walk to breathe it all in.
I left my condo and bounded along the driveway toward the neighborhood of single family homes across the street. There’s a large marina nearby and that’s where I headed. Along the way, I passed bottlebrush and other flowering trees, still in bloom. Another sign that spring remains. I also noticed the sky and thought it looked especially dramatic. To the west, vast banks of heavy gray clouds glowered down, as if rain might be coming. To the east, lighter clouds were breaking up here and there, revealing patches of blue. If there is some clash of seasons just now in South Florida, spring against summer, there seemed a similar clash of weather systems overhead as I began my walk, storm against sun.
Once at the marina, I enjoyed the pace of things around me. It was already bustling with trailered three-engine boats backing up and security scooting around in their golf carts and guys meeting over doughnuts and coffee to talk about yachts or something. This marina is home to many grand vessels of the kind so common down here. Oceangoing yachts with their own hot tubs and speedboats and all. I wandered down to pass along the wooden dock by a row of these, noticing where they were from. Places such as the Cayman Islands, Virgin Islands, Orlando. And of course, Davenport, Iowa. Yep, that great boating capital of Davenport contributed a very nice yacht called “Misterri.” To me, the real “misterri” was how it got here. By now, the sky was continuing to clear to sunshine and I saw that the marina’s many beds of impatiens were flourishing, much to my surprise. This is a bright, cheerful flower that tends to do well in the Florida winters, but only with lots of water. Here we are, nearly in June, with impatiens blossoming away in defiance of the calendar. As I said, late spring can be a funny time. I’m tempted to say that it looks like this unseasonably cool burst may last a little while yet. But then, it seems to me I just got through saying something about the weather gods, didn't I?
I left my condo and bounded along the driveway toward the neighborhood of single family homes across the street. There’s a large marina nearby and that’s where I headed. Along the way, I passed bottlebrush and other flowering trees, still in bloom. Another sign that spring remains. I also noticed the sky and thought it looked especially dramatic. To the west, vast banks of heavy gray clouds glowered down, as if rain might be coming. To the east, lighter clouds were breaking up here and there, revealing patches of blue. If there is some clash of seasons just now in South Florida, spring against summer, there seemed a similar clash of weather systems overhead as I began my walk, storm against sun.
Once at the marina, I enjoyed the pace of things around me. It was already bustling with trailered three-engine boats backing up and security scooting around in their golf carts and guys meeting over doughnuts and coffee to talk about yachts or something. This marina is home to many grand vessels of the kind so common down here. Oceangoing yachts with their own hot tubs and speedboats and all. I wandered down to pass along the wooden dock by a row of these, noticing where they were from. Places such as the Cayman Islands, Virgin Islands, Orlando. And of course, Davenport, Iowa. Yep, that great boating capital of Davenport contributed a very nice yacht called “Misterri.” To me, the real “misterri” was how it got here. By now, the sky was continuing to clear to sunshine and I saw that the marina’s many beds of impatiens were flourishing, much to my surprise. This is a bright, cheerful flower that tends to do well in the Florida winters, but only with lots of water. Here we are, nearly in June, with impatiens blossoming away in defiance of the calendar. As I said, late spring can be a funny time. I’m tempted to say that it looks like this unseasonably cool burst may last a little while yet. But then, it seems to me I just got through saying something about the weather gods, didn't I?
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