What’s Spring?

Living in south Louisiana, we don’t have anything like Spring every year. We might have something that resembles Spring once in a while and trust me, when that happens you see people beaming, or even some people walking around with sweatshirts and coats. (They’re insane.) No, down here it’s just hot, hotter, even hotter, and wow look it’s not quite so hot anymore before the cycle begins again.

I was complaining this morning that it shouldn’t be so hot and muggy at 7 a.m., but there you have it. Once those snazzy cold/cool fronts stop pushing through, the humidity goes up as does the heat. It’s like living in a sauna except rather than sitting around soaking up the soothing heat, you’re expected to actually do things. Like work or cut grass or any number of things that make the heat unbearable.

To be honest, I have to admire the people who work in what can only be classified as stifling heat with no worse for wear. I’ve seen some temperatures in construction type work areas that can go up to 120 degrees and the work is still done.

I’m too delicate for all of that. Give me air conditioning set on 65 and a huge glass of ice-cold water and I’ll be able to scrape by this horrible season that’s supposed to be called Spring.

About danicaavet

Danica Avet lives and writes in the wilds of South Louisiana. Unmarried with no children, she's the proud pet of two cats and a dog. With a BA in History, she decided there were enough fry cooks in the world and tried her hand at writing. Danica loves losing herself in the antics of her characters and blushes more often than not at the things they do. She likes to define her work as paranormal romance with a touch of Cajun spice, but most times her characters turn the notch up to "five-alarm fire"!
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8 Responses to What’s Spring?

  1. jeff7salter says:

    I spent something like 16 yrs in St. Tammany Parish, north of Lake Ponchartrain. For most of that time, we did NOT have air-conditioning. Looking back at that period, I’m puzzled that I survived. And I spent another 2.5 yrs in central LA, plus 26 yrs in NW La. Funny thing is: it was in NW La that I “felt” the humidity the most. During those years I lived in an A/C home and worked in an A/C building, so whenever I was outside, I was pouring sweat … along with the 95% humidity.
    As a H.S. kid, I worked in a feed & seed store for two summers and Saturdays during the year. That was HOT work — no air-conditioning, and sometimes unloading steamy-hot boxcars.
    Also worked most of one summer on a construction job — outside in the sun all day. Dang, I couldn’t survive that in my present condition & age.

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    • danicaavet says:

      One of my college friends worked part-time at a landscaping company and they used to take bets every year on when he would have heat exhaustion. Not if, but when. Poor guy.

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  2. Yep. Hot is in. Spring here lasts about 12 minutes and then, it’s on. Hot, hot, hot – and yeah, heat exhaustion is a pain in the tush! Been there, don’t that. Stay cool, my friend!

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  3. Tonette says:

    I know it’s a cliche’, but “it’s the humidity” is a reality, as I lived out west and the heat was different;shade means something. I do believe , however, that the reason we wonder how those of us who lived without A/C managed was because there was so much less polution, which makes the air feel gritty, and also the heat held by the increase in buildings and roads….and less trees,(in most places).

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  4. Micki Gibson says:

    Having been born and raised in FL, I actually missed the humidity when we lived in CA. I didn’t realize what it was until I stepped off the plane in Orlando that year and I felt my skin just soaking up all that wonderful moisture in the air. Later that same year in CA (just a week before that glorious move back to FL), I sat at the top of one of the hills bundled up in a winter coat to watch 4th of July fireworks over the San Francisco Bay. I now have a standing rule that sweat must occur for the Fourth of July to count. You’ll hear me complain loudest about the temperature in the winter. I hate being cold much more than being hot. (So says she of the eternal sweatshirt in the air-conditioned house.)

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    • Tonette says:

      You and me, too! Right after we were married (in Colorado), I asked my husband ,(who was teaching geography and Social Studies), if there was a place where the temps never got above the mid-80’s or below about 50.He said, “The Riviera”.I said,”And the likelihood of us ever living on the Riviera is….?”.Maybe we should both move ther, Micki!

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