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The air conditioner wars have begun

The Air Conditioner Wars of 2007 have begun. I’m holding the line—just barely.

Today we have a preview of summer. The thermometer has reached 91° and is still climbing. At least the humidity is low, though. So it’s dry heat, right? Yeah, well, whatever. Ninety one degrees is hot whether there’s humidity or not. And with not one shade tree growing next to the house, the upstairs is already 87° and that heat will gradually creep down the stairs where it’s still a reasonably comfortable 80°.

Soon the lad will be going off to work at the air conditioned country club and, by the time he gets out, the temps will have fallen by nearly 30 degrees. Perhaps a gentle breeze will have picked up to sweep the cooling air into the house. If not, window fans will suffice. At least there won’t be any impassioned pleas for air conditioning for a few hours.

Oh for a tree. A big old tree with lots of leaves to canopy the roof.

I remember the house that I grew up in for the first sixteen years of my life. There was an enormous maple tree in front with branches extending out over most the house’s roof. Now, I know we had hot days in the summer when I was a kid. But the house was always comfortable. We didn’t have air conditioning. We didn’t need it. The shade from the maple tree kept the house cool.

I’ve lived in other houses that have been shaded by large old trees. They kept those houses comfortable during the blazing days of summer, too.

But here I am now in this house without a large tree on the property. The sun beats down on my roof all day long. The house absorbs the sun’s heat like a sponge. All because the builder, who slapped this neighborhood together, decided it was easier to chop down every tree in sight, rather than put a little thought into building the houses around a few select trees. And he was certainly not alone in doing so. That has to be one of the dumbest ideas of the latter 20th century—and one that still persists if the recent housing developments in this area are anything to go by. First they chop down all the mature trees, build energy sucking houses, and then replant tiny trees that will take years to grow large enough to provide any shade at all.

Meanwhile, I’m having my own troubles getting any tree to grow at all. I’d like to strangle that developer. Or make him live in this house for a season without an air conditioner.

Posted on 05/25/07 at 02:59 PM
 




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