The rain comes gently tripping down..sweet and soft, on to the augusted, thirsty and exhausted earth.
After a very hot Summer, September is cooling down nicely..to the relief of many who know that Central Spain’s Summers often protract into the Fall..and even further. Autumn is just around the corner, so hopefully no more searing heat for half a year or so..though you never know, with the extreme volatility of weather patterns in recent times.
Looking back, cold Spring days – the ones that i love so much – were few and far between this year..and between illness and injury i didn’t get to take much advantage. Others however, younger and stronger, were out there getting after it..recently i came across a couple of videos from mid to late spring in the Alps this year. Really worth watching.
First up, back in the middle of May when i could barely walk, let alone ski, Matthias Koenig was attentive to conditions on the East face of the Matterhorn (4478m). And when he saw that things were looking good, he got his ass up there early one morning, had some beautiful moments alone on the summit and then..skied the East from about 4250m. Atemberaubend!
Around the same time and just a few kilometers to the North, a group of French-speaking skiers and boarders climbed the East face of the Weisshorn (4506m) and made a really beautiful video of their descent from the summit in perfect conditions. Chapeau!
I’m eaten up by envy watching these videos. What a way to do Spring!
Back to the end of Summer, and as i was saying Autumn is practically upon us..in fact, weird as it may seem, we’ve been seeing Autumnal phenomena for weeks now. In the middle of August the crocus-like flower Colchicum autumnale began to appear in hundreds across the parched meadows of the Sierra..pretty unusual since, as its name suggests, it’s a plant that normally appears after the first rains of Autumn. Also right thru August we’ve had a generous production of blackberries..particularly strange given the low rainfall thru Spring and early Summer. Low rain years, we’re often lucky to see a few hard little blackberries in mid-September. I’m not complaining though..while it hardly makes up for not getting to ski the East face of the Matterhorn in May, homemade blackberry jam for breakfast in September is pretty cool too!
PS: a couple of language notes: “augusted?” you may say..in Spanish agostar, from agosto (August), means to become dry and wasted from the heat of August.
Atemberaubend is possibly my favourite German word..i love the sound of it, and it means, more or less literally, breathtaking.
Chapeau! ..in English you say – in appreciation of something – “Hats off!” but for the French it’s sufficient to just mention the..”Hat!”