How Columbia reminds me of all the places I've lived
I was born in dry, west Texas in the town of Midland. Think flatter than a pancake, big skies, mirages on the roads in the summer, oil rigs and tumbleweeds. Single story, tan brick homes, oak trees and the sound of cicadas in the summer. Columbia reminds me of Texas because of the oak trees we have here and the sound of cicadas in the summer. Also, our landscape in the winter changes to the same colors. Everything turns yellow, tan, and sometimes the same overcast.
Columbia and Florida both have deluge rain in the summer. It just dumps out of the sky in buckets and it's warm rain which leads to humidity. I won't talk about the bugs, lol.
I only spent 2 summers and half of a school year in Ohio; the first summer we were on a radish farm, but one of my fondest memories of that summer was seeing the fireflies, so I'm very happy that we have them here. They are so fun to watch at dusk.
Both Denver and Reno get weather that blows in quickly and then out again. It's odd, and not what I expected, but this happens in Columbia too, not quite as extreme as either of those places but enough that I am reminded of them.
Last, Gig Harbor, WA - We have beautiful camellia's, magnolias, and hydrangea here which remind me of Washington.
So, there you have it. A little bit of every place all wrapped into one.
I hope everyone's having a good Sunday. I'm savoring this one; I have a class starting tomorrow that will add to my load for the next 3 months. Fingers crossed that I learn and am able to put it to good use.
Jules and I are prepping for two big events in March - The Cottontown Crawl, and Columbia Open Studios. I am looking forward to spring which starts here the end of February. I will say that Columbia gets the most intense spring than anyplace I've lived. The pollen comes in waves.
Cheers everyone!