Summer in the Pacific Northwest is short, but oh so very sweet. The hottest days can be quiet warm - uncomfortable even. But I am surrounded by trees and get very little direct sunlight, so inside the cabin is tolerable with window fans. And at night it drops down enough to enable comfortable sleeping.
It's cooler today than it has been in the last couple of days. Temperatures are higher in the city than out here on my side of the mountain. Though the other day it managed to reach 101 degrees Fahrenheit according to my front porch thermometer (hottest I have ever seen here). The river has dwindled to a mere trickle compared to its normal roaring glory.
These conditions are only present for a few weeks of the summer months. And the days in excess of 90 degrees seldom number more than a dozen.
Akin to paradise.
