It has been humid and yet oxymoronically dry here for the last few weeks. It goes without saying that July in Georgia is hot. We saw the stories about the incursion of cool, northern air into the United States all over the national news for the last few days, but we wondered if it would mean anything for us.
Late Tuesday afternoon the dark clouds gathered and it began to thunder somewhere on the other side of the mountain.
Ragged clouds scudded across the sky.
And then it began to rain.
A tenth of an inch later, it was over.
We looked at the weather radar and figured that it was all hype, as usual. Later Tuesday night we got another third of an inch, so we totaled nearly a half an inch. It’s not much, but we’ll take it.
Wednesday morning dawned cool and clear. The rain failed to show, but the cold front was real, and it was here. The sky was dark blue with a few fair-weather cumulus clouds, the temperature was in the low 60s and the humidity had been chased south. The atmosphere had been stagnant, humid, filled with dust, smoke and chemicals that the sunlight and humidity turned into haze. It was not serious, just the usual summer conditions. The air the cold front brought in was fresh and still clean and clear enough that Kennesaw Mountain, probably 45 to 50 miles to the southeast of us, was visible on the horizon.
It felt great on the morning dog walk. In fact, I was just a little cool when I started out. We walked down into Texas Valley, which is the shady side of the mountain. I eventually warmed up enough to break a sweat, but it was nothing like Tuesday morning, when I got back home and had to change my shirt because it was so sweaty.
It was a little bit of fall in the middle of July. It won’t last long. The air might be from Canada, but the sun is still all Georgia. We’ll enjoy it while it lasts. It’s supposed to be even cooler Wednesday night.