Africa Hot
It’s summertime and it is already Africa Hot here in New Orleans. But there are a few things that I love about this time of year here – it quiets down. The festivals are fewer, the crowds thin, and the natives are more laid back than usual.
Also, there is summer white – I brought Tin a pair of white aprés beach sweats to wear while we are in Spain. He looks so handsome I could spit.
Every time I walk up the stairs to my office, I see the pink crepe myrtles blooming outside my window and the candle lit for my mom by the Yemaja statue.
It’s 85 degrees in my office and 75 degrees downstairs. This a/c system has never worked well in the LaLa’s addition, but I have to admit that there is something summery about sitting in this warm office and looking outside at all the plants that are now fecund and falling over from the weight of summer growth (and to think the solstice is still to come).
I have received so few inquiries to rent the LaLa I could count them on one hand – a symptom of the economy and the heat. Money is as tight as a hornet dangling from a spider’s silk. But time is meted out in ellipses not dashes and that is why summer is just fine by me.