it's a matazical life

Greg asked what our favorite season is…just in the nick of time (we’ve had more heat lately than I’ve ever experiences in San Francisco!) Mine’s summer, hands down. Sunshine. Street Festivals. Blue skies. Warm skin. Icy drinks clad in condensation. Flipflops. Lounge chairs. Bags (aka, ‘corn hole’). Barbecues. Tank tops. Bike rides. Block parties. Movies in the park. Cotton skirts. Ravinia. Beaches. Hummingbirds and butterflies. Don Kings. Nighttime games outside. The smell of freshly cut grass. Humidity and/or dry heat. Softball. Motorcycle trips. Wrigley Field. My mum’s garden. Lightning storms. Summer camps at Stagg. Reading books outside…

I haven’t lived in a lot of places, but I’ve experience a few of the Nation’s varying climates. Chicago and Atlanta summers were colorful, full of life and had humidity levels that soared through the roof. Phoenix was notoriously dry – it was hot, but you didn’t always realize the extent of it once you became accustomed to the heat, so it was imperative to remain hydrated and avoid heat stroke. And San Francisco has no seasons. The weather is consistently volatile – one second it’s warm and the next is blustery, foggy and raining. Dislike!

Chicago summers are my favorite, but not enough to ever again want to endure those winters. Luckily, Wine Country in the North Bay is the perfect marriage of my favorite seasons. The winter is very Chicago-fall-esque, and summers are akin to Chicago’s, sans overwhelming humidity. In other words, it’s my dream local!

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