I remain positively resolute that 2013 will be the year that we'll have a real summer here in Ireland.
You know, one where the rain stops incessantly pelting down on us and the sun shines most days with regular predictability. I doubt it can ever be like Spain and Lanzarote, where you wake up in the morning with the sun streaming through your windows. Every day. With fairly regular predictability. We can be hopeful though, right?
I begin every summer with that summery positivity flowing through my veins, my very being.
I've been doing this for years but I've only just realised for quite how many years.
Did I ever tell you about the summer when my boy was a snuggly and highly active 3 year old? I was working then, job sharing and I thought to myself 'wouldn't it be lovely to spend the summer with my boy?' So in my infinite wisdom I took unpaid leave and did just that. How wonderful I thought, two whole months of splashing in the paddling pool, playing in the park and on the beach, picnics and sunny fun and frolics. The stuff that childhood memories are made of.
I think it was the second week of such summery bliss that I caved. It wasn't just the cabin fever from being stuck indoors that did it. It was more the hailstones that hurled themselves down the chimney, melting at my feet that day, mid-July in 2003, that spurned me into action. Yes, hailstones in mid-July, I noted it in my diary.
I refused to be held captive in my own home by a few drops of rain, however constant and freezing they might be. We have raincoats and we have wellies, I declared, we shall don them and get out there every single day. And so it was that splashing in muddy puddles replaced the paddling pool and we had rainy as opposed to sunny fun and frolics.
An experience I swore I'd never repeat. And true to my word I never did take the summer off again.
I went one better - The following year I took a career break! A permanent one, as it turned out.
Over the years I continued with my Irish summer survival methods, we made the most of it when the sun shone and did
All the while feeling hopeful that next week would be better. Next week the sun will shine - every day with regular predictability.
And so it is I find myself in 2013, after a week of avoiding downpours and hopping between the May hailstones, positively hopeful that this year we will have a proper Summer.
I remembered a recent and very positive report from the New Zealander Ken Ring weather guru, who was very hopeful indeed. 'He uses the moon, sun and tidal activities to make his forecasts months in advance' per this news story. And this year he forecasts that we're in for a scorcher after years of washouts. Reminiscent of the heatwave summer of 1995, apparently.
'Three months of warmer weather with the best times to be the first half of July and the latter of August.
He also listed April 16 to April 25, May 12 to May 19 and June 17 to 25 as optimum times for booking a week in the Irish sun.'
I can't remember that April week but I sure as hell hope that the June week is a better prediction than the May one - the week of rain, hailstones and hot beefy bovril! Although in fairness in this account he predicts the cold spell to last right through May.
Still, it was a beautiful day today, May 25th, which was preceded by a stunning Super Moon over Dublin last night...
There's only one week left in May, which will commence with a very rainy Monday.
And then the three months of warmer weather might begin?
Here's hoping for some proper summer fun and frolics!
Bring it on.....