3 SHOWERS A DAY

I’m a seventh-generation Savannahian, which means I should be genetically adapted to summer by now.

I’m not.

By late June, we all reach the same conclusion: surrender. We stop fighting the humidity, accept that hair is merely a suggestion, and plan our lives around air conditioning and strategic dashes to the car.

I average three showers a day. Not because I’m particularly active but because I walked Birdie, checked the mailbox, and made the mistake of admiring a neighbor’s garden.

Then the crickets begin. Not the little chirps of spring, but the full- throated chorus that tells every Savannahian one thing: it’s officially hot. No weather app required.

Afternoon thunderstorms roll across the marsh, the sidewalks steam, the live oaks drip, and for a few glorious minutes the whole city smells green, damp, and unmistakably Savannah. It’s a reminder of why so many of us never leave.

Summer is also the great equalizer. Old money, new money, tourists, locals, lawyers, and real estate agents all look about the same by two o’clock: slightly wilted and carrying an oversized insulated cup.

Real estate finds its rhythm, too. The casual shoppers disappear, leaving buyers who are genuinely ready to make a move. It’s quieter, a little slower, and often the best time to find an opportunity before everyone returns after Labor Day.

Stay cool. And if you see me carrying a towel instead of a handbag, mind your own business.