May is only half finished, and already it’s beginning to
feel like July. When I take my grandson out for a walk, we dart from the shade
of one tree to the next. Even with the
air conditioner grinding away, it’s far too warm in my house, especially
upstairs. I don’t remember being this uncomfortable in my Yorkshire home. It
didn’t have A/C, or even a fan. But it did have thick stone walls, cool marble
floors and a very solid tile roof with a generous overhang. For the most
part the English summers were chilly and damp. On those odd days that weren't,
we just threw open the windows (they didn’t have screens, and we never once
missed them) to catch a cross breeze. Today we installed blinds in all our
west-facing windows. It probably won’t be enough to make me stop missing
England, but I sincerely hope it will help.
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