I love Florida more than anywhere we’ve lived so far, but September is my least-favorite month here, just because it’s the worst for hurricanes.
I never cared much about weather before I lived here; but if you’re even the slightest bit a fretful type, you start watching the storms when they’re way, way out, because we’re on an island and we have to evacuate when the hurricanes come.
So you look at storms like TD6 and say, “Oh, my. That looks like it’ll point right at us.” (We’re that tiny bump on the east coast of Florida, about midway down.) But anything can happen–the storm could die, or turn, or get worse–and you might not know if it’s a threat to you for weeks.
It’s kind of a sucky way to spend a month, really.
But there are still fresh mangoes, at least. Oh, the mangoes…I’ve discovered a place with more than thirty varieties of them, from tiny lime-sized ones to huge football-sized ones. The owners picked some right off a tree for me, and they’re juice-dripping-down-your-chin incredible. Nothing at all like what you get in a store.
It’s almost the end of mango season, but I’ll enjoy them while I can. :-)