Everything is waning here. Draining color. Bowing in defeat. It's as if nature itself is surrendering to the heat.
Temperatures have been holding steady between 100 and 105 F each day. It's the kind of weather in which you hang jeans out to dry and go check them 2 hours later and there they are, stiff as a board. The streets are quiet between 10 am and 7 pm. Who would dare risk a heat stroke during those hours?
There's so much to do outside, but in we sit, sweating by the fan and wearing as few layers as possible. I need to settle my blueberries and strawberries into permanent beds, but it's just too hot. Even the bees are out of the hive, hanging from the entrances and buzzing their frustration. It's too hot. It's just too hot.
The other day it was cloudy and I put on a CD of rain/relaxation music... the kind of CDs you see in those displays in Target that you can listen to before you buy. I put it on and turned it up... then I played instrumental Christmas music from my iHome. Yes. Yes, I did. In my world, it was a rainy December day. Outside, it was hot as blazes August. Josh came home and I apologized and went around turning off the thunder soundtrack and the O Come, All Ye Faithful. He looked at me like I was crazy but didn't say anything.
We do what we can to survive.
I am eagerly awaiting your arrival, Autumn. Please hurry. -Brin