The following pictures were all taken on a walk in Huntington Park in June. Seriously, June!
I’m still getting used to a San Francisco summer. I’m sure you’ve heard the infamous quote attributed to Mark Twain, “The coldest winter I ever saw was the summer I spent in San Francisco.” (Although I’ve been told it can’t be verified that Twain indeed said this, it’s still a good quote!)
Last June, when I arrived after the trek from Mississippi to San Francisco, I wore a wool coat every day. Something is seriously wrong here, I thought. I’ve never spent an Independence Day huddled under a blanket and shivering during the fireworks! I have to admit that I was also skin and bones because I was so sick, so maybe I was more susceptible to the cold. But fifty degrees is still no kind of summer for a Southern girl!
This summer seems a lot warmer. The problem with warm is that most pre-war buildings around here (including our apartment) don’t have air conditioning. Saves a lot on utilities (especially because heat usually isn’t necessary either) but when it’s warm out it’s about 20 degrees hotter inside.
But even the warm days don’t last long. A few weekends ago, I had the strange experience of sweating from the heat on Saturday, and bundled in a sweater and scarf on Sunday!
In general, the temperatures never fluctuate much over or under 60-70 degrees, with a constant breeze. It’s pretty perfect, really.
Needles to say, I’ve become a huge fan of cardigans!