Dogmevejr

Jeg synes, vejret er perfekt for tiden.  Det lever nemlig op til mine dogme-regler, som er meget barnlige men til gengæld nemme at finde ud af:


Om vinteren skal det være koldt og meget gerne sne - det var aldrig mig, der klagede, selv efter flere måneders vintervejr og vente-på-bus-med-dybfrosne-fødder. - Det vil sige: ikke før kalenderen skiftede til marts. Fordi:


Om foråret skal det regne lige tilpas, men blive tydeligt lunere og grønnere.  Hvis der kan bestilles høj sol, er levering omkring en helligdagsferie at foretrække.


Og om sommeren skal solen naturligvis skinne. En hedebølge tager vi gerne med, men af max. 5 dages varighed. Stille regn om natten (til haven). Og et par ordentlige tordenvejr, for  dramaets og hyggens skyld (ingen ildebrande, tak).


Og nu efteråret. Her skal der være regn&rusk. Og dermed er vejret lige nu faktisk rigtig godt. Dog må det gerne med mellemrum afløses af perioder med koldt og klart vejr, og den der høje efterårshimmel som er så fantastisk. Sådan et vejr, der bare lokker en ud i skoven, hvor man kan gå og sparke til bunkerne med visne blade.


Så som sagt: Dejligt vejr vi har for tiden. I mean it.  Men alliwl: kan der virkelig være mere regn deroppe???

@ N ~ little miss T who thinks she gets to be the boss of everything, including the weather, is quite happy with it, such as it is at the moment.


It is wet.


Which fits perfectly with my idea of autumnal weather: rainy&windy.  Preferably interspersed with cool, clear days where you can take long walks and kick the fallen leaves around (I am still holding out for those days, and may be holding out for a while yet.)


Still, I wonder. How much more rain can the clouds hold?  It has been raining (a little or a lot) every single day in September so far.  Of course, my real concern is that the clouds will run out of moisture before December, thus ruining my chances of a White Christmas.  A very real risk, as is well known among meteorologists. We can't have that.  


I have not been making soups yet, but thankfully my Mom has. It is a blessed life, this teenager version I am enjoying at the moment. In Aarhus, all sorts of grown-up issues abound. Stressful days at work. A house that hasn't been sold yet. A love affair now firmly in the past tense. But once the workday ends, I jump on a train, bury my head  in a book, and do a marvellous job of ignoring my worries. Sometimes, they creep to the surface in the middle of the night and wake me from my slumber, but mostly, I succeed in pretending they don't exist.  I am  pushing things in front of me, I know, and soon there are Things that need to be Dealt With.  But for now, this week at least, I wallow in my little family bubble where my meals are cooked and my laundry washed for me. I know it won't last forever..