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Life was always happening in the garden and the barn.\u00a0 The summer heat, the winter wind, the spiders and their webs, the birds and their nests in every nook and cranny.\u00a0 While everyone else was moving from their temperature controlled house to their temperature controlled car to their temperature controlled office, I was slogging through spring mud or breaking the ice layer in water buckets or dripping sweat onto the tomato plants as I pruned them.\u00a0 I knew the minute slug season arrived, and tick season, and when the field mice abandoned the field for the greenhouse.<\/p>\n

Of course, I always retreated to my air conditioned house.\u00a0 And we all know about my love affair with the woodstove.\u00a0 Despite all my outdoor activities, I woke up in the mornings like everyone else–surprised when I peered out the window and discovered it had rained during the night, shocked when I opened the deck door to get the dog her breakfast and found a cold front had moved in and temperatures had dropped.\u00a0 I took shelter in a brick house that, as all good little piggies know, withstood weather and wildlife very easily.<\/p>\n

Enter the RV.<\/p>\n

Now an RV is not tent camping by any means.\u00a0 But I do not need to peek out the window as my coffee brews to know the birds are at the feeder.\u00a0 I know, while still laying in bed, the minute the birds are awake for the day.\u00a0 And I know when the temperature changes during the night because I will end up either reaching for the afghan or kicking off my quilt.\u00a0 This is partially because fiberglass and laminate construction are not straw or sticks, but sure as heck aren’t brick either.\u00a0 But another part is that the RV is almost always open to the elements.\u00a0 Opening windows in a 2,000 + square foot house involved a ton of windows in a bunch of rooms, adjusting dual HVAC systems, and at least 2 trips up and down the staircase.\u00a0 Then all of that had to be repeated when the weather changed or we wanted to lock everything up for the night.\u00a0 Excluding the driver’s cab (which I keep closed off to the rest of the RV anyway), the RV has 3 windows, 3 ceiling vents, and a screen door.\u00a0 Basically, I can close or open up the entire rig on my way to the bathroom.<\/p>\n

So I do.<\/p>\n

Almost all mornings and nightimes have been cool enough for screens and a fan blowing in the kitchen and bedroom.\u00a0 Only the hot afternoon sun baking the RV roof or the days with relentless humidity were able to make it uncomfortable enough for closing windows and shades.\u00a0 Usually I was out of the RV in the afternoons and simply turned on the A\/C while making dinner in order to cool things off as the sun went down.\u00a0 By bedtime it was back to open windows and the frogs peeping in the pond, the stars visible through the open ceiling vents, an occasional mosquito buzzing against the screen.\u00a0 When I finished mowing the lawn or weeding the garden and came in for a shower, I was still serenaded by the cardinal nesting in the climbing rose or the woodpecker trying out the dead trees around the pond edge.\u00a0 The large window that covers almost one entire side of the RV showed the minute the trees began to sway with the approach of an oncoming storm and there was no way even the slightest drizzle could be missed, tapping away on the RV roof.<\/p>\n

Even when the RV was hot and stuffy on a summer afternoon, I found it easy to collapse on the bed, looking up at the blue sky and greenery through the ceiling vent, feeling air from the fan sliding across my skin, and simply enjoy that it was summer.\u00a0 And summer is hot.\u00a0 I assured my cattens as I pushed their hot fuzzy bodies away from my sweaty skin so we could have our separate but equal space on the cool sheets,<\/p>\n

“It will be cold again.”<\/p>\n

Because that is what the RV reminds me. That the sweltering heat passes.\u00a0That the birds will quiet soon after sunset and the frog chorus will end before dawn.\u00a0 That the thunderstorm crashing directly over head, leaving me with 2 terrified catten earmuffs, will move away, as I lay there counting the seconds between lightning and thunder like I did as child.\u00a0 That a chilly night can be managed with a fleece blanket tucked under the chin.\u00a0 Because it will be warm again.\u00a0 The RV has blurred all the lines between inside and outside–the garden and the pond and the woods are like other rooms in my home.\u00a0 All of nature, from the ants that for some odd reason have cut a busy trail right across my gravel pad to the raccoon and opossum that alternate checking my trash can and compost pile each night to the the wild hickory tree that drops its nuts like tiny grenades onto my roof, are my neighbors.<\/p>\n

Before it always seemed\u00a0 like a to\u00a0 hassle to write on the deck up at the house.\u00a0 Now I just grab the laptop, take a few steps out of the RV to the patio furniture and write away, overlooking the garden as the flitting wrens change to squeaking bats, the Rose of Sharon closes and the Moonflower opens.<\/p>\n

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The fall garden is a mess, of course.\u00a0 Honeysuckle has climbed into the cardinal vine.\u00a0 The tomato plants are dried husks.\u00a0 The water fountain is clogged up with parrot feather run amok.\u00a0 Even the zinnias are liver-spotted and sagging (I hear ya).\u00a0 It would be stressful to look at if it wasn’t still humming with life, critters of all kinds foraging and feasting before frost shuts down the show.\u00a0 And when that frost arrives, the days will be perfect for toiling in the garden and the withered greenery will give way with the slightest of tugs.<\/p>\n

“It will be cold again,” I remind Zach the catten.<\/p>\n

But before you send me all your tie-dye clothing and a Costco-sized box of granola bars, you should know that I am still me.\u00a0 When the A\/C unit in the RV failed I found the fans weren’t that effective at blowing out the last of the afternoon heat without a little help.\u00a0 Dinner was sweltering and by bedtime, it was still 82 degrees.\u00a0 It was 2 or 3 am before I even wanted to cover up with a sheet.\u00a0 As I pushed the cattens toward the far edges of the bed I told them,<\/p>\n

“It’s gonna get cold again but, in the meantime, if you even breathe your hot breath on me, you’re bounced.”<\/p>\n

I reminded myself that when it was 20 degrees at night I’d be wistful over hot summer nights.\u00a0I thought of all the pleasant things I associated with heat—sunbathing on a pool floaty, hiking in Saguaro National Park, sweaty and itchy on the lawn as fireworks explode on Fourth of July.\u00a0 That didn’t help.\u00a0 So I summoned the way my fingers were reddened and raw with cold when carrying slushy buckets of water in January.\u00a0 The freezing sting that time I got caught in rain changing to sleet as I hurried up the driveway with the mail.\u00a0 The first frigid blast of air out of the car vents before the engine has warmed up.\u00a0 It didn’t help.<\/p>\n

I scheduled an RV A\/C repair, which quickly got complicated and started to drag out.\u00a0 Luckily, while I was borrowing my parents’ car because my car was in the shop, they mentioned I could borrow their portable air conditioning unit if I wanted it.\u00a0 I’m nut sure why I was surprised that they had a portable air conditioning unit hidden away neatly in their shed.\u00a0 Having been parents for more than 45 years they appear to have survived every family emergency possible and retained all the accoutrements to do it again.\u00a0 Which is soothing and alarming at the same time.\u00a0 Because am I supposed to take over this organized aptitude at some point and time?\u00a0 If so is it going to be a long, long, long time away from now?\u00a0 It better be or my kids are going to be sorely disappointed….<\/p>\n

Anyway, I rearranged the RV living room a bit and got everything set up.\u00a0 \u00a0The temperature was down to a pleasant 70 degrees by bedtime.\u00a0 I told you so.\u00a0 Still me.<\/p>\n

And it will be cold again.\u00a0 Oh, yes it will.<\/p>\n

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