This is the time of year here when the air is particularly moist and heavy. Everything that's outdoors gets damp overnight and then is stiff with salt when it dries. It even takes longer for laundry to dry, especially towels. The screens on the doors and windows are running with salty dew every morning. It's a bit difficult to photograph, but above is a look through the louvers on the second floor bedroom window; below is out to the second floor front balcony. The little white spots are water. Frequently the dew is so heavy there are puddles of water on the floor that have to be wiped up quickly or it gets crusty. The salt on the old
barra floor tiles is what helped to rot them. Since my Easter Hideaway is right on the beach the screens, floors, furniture and especially the cushions on the chairs and couch were actually wet. Little pools of water formed at the base of the outdoor curtains; the fabric got saturated and the water dripped off. Even the sheets on my bed were damp. We are a bit away from the beach ~ it would be considered one block ~ so we don't get quite that wet. But wet enough.
Today is the anniversary of my mother's birth. She would have been 95. Happy Birthday, Virginia, wherever you are.
This is the time of year here when the air is particularly moist and heavy. Everything that's outdoors gets damp overnight and then is stiff with salt when it dries. It even takes longer for laundry to dry, especially towels. The screens on the doors and windows are running with salty dew every morning. It's a bit difficult to photograph, but above is a look through the louvers on the second floor bedroom window; below is out to the second floor front balcony. The little white spots are water. Frequently the dew is so heavy there are puddles of water on the floor that have to be wiped up quickly or it gets crusty. The salt on the old barra floor tiles is what helped to rot them. Since my Easter Hideaway is right on the beach the screens, floors, furniture and especially the cushions on the chairs and couch were actually wet. Little pools of water formed at the base of the outdoor curtains; the fabric got saturated and the water dripped off. Even the sheets on my bed were damp. We are a bit away from the beach ~ it would be considered one block ~ so we don't get quite that wet. But wet enough.
Today is the anniversary of my mother's birth. She would have been 95. Happy Birthday, Virginia, wherever you are.
2 comments:
Do you get lethargic when it's heavy like that? Reading and naps and watching Mr. C pre-pack?
You bet I do. I seem to nap twice a day (also known as "I'll read for awhile"). We are already starting to pack up; got the small bedroom all cleaned up, beds stripped and stacked up, the bodega all cleaned out and tidied up. And we're not leaving for a month! Never hurts to get started early, I guess.
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