I live in Maine where the fleetingness of summer is accompanied by what always feels like a lot of pressure to "ENJOY IT!!!" Honestly, summer is not my favorite season, although I certainly enjoy the soft air and the time in the garden. But I don't enjoy that sense of urgency around taking advantage of every moment in the sun. I quite enjoy being outdoors all year round and think there is something to love about all our seasons and transitions in between. This June has been the rainiest one I can remember in a long time and, please don't tell anyone I said so, but I've loved it. It is such a busy month with end of school stuff, and the rain has taken a lot of that "Get out doors! Enjoy the weather! Summer is so short so don't waste a minute!" stuff off the table. I took an early morning damp, foggy, cool walk with a friend a couple of days ago and thought how perfect it was. No squinting or sweating, just lovely low light on the water, glowing green grasses at the shore, and that wonderful, mysterious way fog has of obscuring the obvious and creating a bit mystery around the familiar. I would love to be able to count on LA's June Gloom every years. Sounds idyllic.
Yes to mid-year intermission and for Eeyore weather! I love the cozy, gray June gloom and find it to be such a relief from the constant sun. (I know, I know, but...) I grew up in the Midwest where good weather was rare and we were instilled with a 'make hay while the sun is shining' mentality. Even as a little introvert kid who preferred staying inside reading a book, I found the endlessness of summers to be stressful.
I've been in LA for 10 years and I still haven't forgotten how brutal the winters are (though I romanticize the snow more and more the longer I'm here) but I do notice how hard it is to turn off and rest without the turn of traditional seasons to give me that automatic permission. June gloom has felt like such a hug for my worn down soul.
There's a week or two in Colorado after all the beautiful colorful leaves have fallen but before the snow starts that everything is dark, gray and brown. It's not the brown of spring, where the promise of flowers is around the corner, but decay. I love the winter but not the weeks leading into it.
i always ponder how peeps get so caught up in things like June gloom.... for me it just is. We are not at war, hopefully we are healthy, there is so many wonderful things to do under gloomy skies... the sun will be a coming soon... Oh... here it is again!!!! And the blue skies are magificent! Breathe in appreciation for each moment, breathe out acceptance of what is in each moment. Live a life that encourages your Spirit to be happy.❤️
I'm a summer person, through and through. I'm always happier during the long, sunny days of summer (except for this year, where it's been cloudy and consistently cool since early May). I am absolutely miserable from December through late February, when you can finally notice the later sunsets.
I live in Maine where the fleetingness of summer is accompanied by what always feels like a lot of pressure to "ENJOY IT!!!" Honestly, summer is not my favorite season, although I certainly enjoy the soft air and the time in the garden. But I don't enjoy that sense of urgency around taking advantage of every moment in the sun. I quite enjoy being outdoors all year round and think there is something to love about all our seasons and transitions in between. This June has been the rainiest one I can remember in a long time and, please don't tell anyone I said so, but I've loved it. It is such a busy month with end of school stuff, and the rain has taken a lot of that "Get out doors! Enjoy the weather! Summer is so short so don't waste a minute!" stuff off the table. I took an early morning damp, foggy, cool walk with a friend a couple of days ago and thought how perfect it was. No squinting or sweating, just lovely low light on the water, glowing green grasses at the shore, and that wonderful, mysterious way fog has of obscuring the obvious and creating a bit mystery around the familiar. I would love to be able to count on LA's June Gloom every years. Sounds idyllic.
Yes to mid-year intermission and for Eeyore weather! I love the cozy, gray June gloom and find it to be such a relief from the constant sun. (I know, I know, but...) I grew up in the Midwest where good weather was rare and we were instilled with a 'make hay while the sun is shining' mentality. Even as a little introvert kid who preferred staying inside reading a book, I found the endlessness of summers to be stressful.
I've been in LA for 10 years and I still haven't forgotten how brutal the winters are (though I romanticize the snow more and more the longer I'm here) but I do notice how hard it is to turn off and rest without the turn of traditional seasons to give me that automatic permission. June gloom has felt like such a hug for my worn down soul.
I love June gloom! It helps keep everything (trees, etc.) green. 🍃☘️🍀
There's a week or two in Colorado after all the beautiful colorful leaves have fallen but before the snow starts that everything is dark, gray and brown. It's not the brown of spring, where the promise of flowers is around the corner, but decay. I love the winter but not the weeks leading into it.
i always ponder how peeps get so caught up in things like June gloom.... for me it just is. We are not at war, hopefully we are healthy, there is so many wonderful things to do under gloomy skies... the sun will be a coming soon... Oh... here it is again!!!! And the blue skies are magificent! Breathe in appreciation for each moment, breathe out acceptance of what is in each moment. Live a life that encourages your Spirit to be happy.❤️
I'm a summer person, through and through. I'm always happier during the long, sunny days of summer (except for this year, where it's been cloudy and consistently cool since early May). I am absolutely miserable from December through late February, when you can finally notice the later sunsets.