Endless Summer Heat
Motivation and creativity are at a standstill for me in this heat. I am feeling blessed to get about 10 miles of running in each week right now. Too hot for more than that. Walking outside to check on the animals this afternoon, while the thermometer showed 111 F (43.8 C ) in the shade, it was heartbreaking to see all the plants withering and leaves falling like crispy potato chips from the branches. Chickens, looking for shade, cool water, refreshing for them, but still their mouths gape open as if trying to find cool air. Maddox following for a bit, then opting to find his shady cool spot instead. I understand.
This feels like the desert, with no sign of relief in sight. Roses dried on the bushes, yarrow still on the stem, dried as if they had been done so on purpose. Leaves curling and twisting, gnarled finger like.
I find myself checking what the low temperatures are for September and October. Holding out hope for the times when my feet feel the cold floor beneath them and when the air feels refreshing and sweaters bring comfort.
This year its easy to believe that global warming is a reality.
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I remind myself that July and part of August was often too hot in New England as well.
Its hard to watch the shriveling and drying process and know that we can't change the weather--spiritual lessons there, I'm sure. Summer becomes a test of endurance!
So sad to see your lovely place shriveling. Hope you guys have a reprieve from the heat soon.
Take good care,
Teri
My walls and floors are cracking and my bathroom has come up over an inch off the ground. We could see the outside until we filled it in with some putty or whatever the stuff was, but it's bad.
Our doors don't close or lock properly either now.
Does this mean us Texans are going to be in for a brutal winter?