It's hot, it's so hot, it's hot or We need more shade trees and less asphalt
This year I was determined not to let the rotten summer climate keep me inside for months watching everything around me turn yellow then brown and die. I was determined to fight the sun and humidity and stand outside and plant, transplant, water and help everything around me live as best as anything can live in this damn climate. The new yard just needs to get established this year. It can die away next year, returning to vibrant greens after some good rains (always hope). This year though, if it dies, it stays dead because the root system is weak and water is the only way to strengthen it. I'm surprised our water bill isn't showing nearly close to what I thought it would show. But its all about watering the dry spots not the whole yard and sprinkling plants here and there. Hoping that Dolly brings some much needed rain.
It's heavenly to be outside at 4pm when a strong breeze begins to stir some clouds. There is nothing like catching a dark cloud riding a strong hot wind the moment it blocks the sun. The relief is immediate when this happens. Then comes the smell of wet asphalt mixed with the scent of wet dirt. You catch the notion seconds before you actually catch the reality that it may in fact rain. Then the cool drops and you hope it just pours for hours. No amount of water from a garden hose can yield the results of one good downpour.
I can remember some very rainy Augusts. I hope there is one in store this year. I won't even complain about the humidity, I'll grow gills. But for now it's just too hot and it's been too hot. I do enjoy waking up early and catching the cool mornings. I wish it could stay that way all day. The weekends are great because I can actually enjoy the backyard till noon. From three o'clock till six in the evening, I'm so beat. I can't always stay in, have errands to run, places to be, things to do. I refuse to be dominated by the weather this year. But I'm beginning to think, I'm beat. I can't keep this up till November or whenever summer around here is finally over. November, right?
It's heavenly to be outside at 4pm when a strong breeze begins to stir some clouds. There is nothing like catching a dark cloud riding a strong hot wind the moment it blocks the sun. The relief is immediate when this happens. Then comes the smell of wet asphalt mixed with the scent of wet dirt. You catch the notion seconds before you actually catch the reality that it may in fact rain. Then the cool drops and you hope it just pours for hours. No amount of water from a garden hose can yield the results of one good downpour.
I can remember some very rainy Augusts. I hope there is one in store this year. I won't even complain about the humidity, I'll grow gills. But for now it's just too hot and it's been too hot. I do enjoy waking up early and catching the cool mornings. I wish it could stay that way all day. The weekends are great because I can actually enjoy the backyard till noon. From three o'clock till six in the evening, I'm so beat. I can't always stay in, have errands to run, places to be, things to do. I refuse to be dominated by the weather this year. But I'm beginning to think, I'm beat. I can't keep this up till November or whenever summer around here is finally over. November, right?
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posted by Tera at
7/22/2008
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