I usually reserve my hatred and disgust for summer until the end of August… The feelings came early this year. Actually, this year they seemed to rear their ugly heads in July as we down in the South were pounded with heat. The feelings dissipated for a week or two as rain brought in some relief, but now that August has taken hold, the heat of hell on earth has returned to Texas.
Things that were green and flourishing from the torrential downpours from earlier this year are fading to orange and brown. Looking at the trees you might mistake the season for fall with the wide array of colors christening the plant life. One step outside, though, and an attack by the warm air that’s hard to breathe let’s you know that it is indeed still summer.
The grass is crispy and all the critters that are normally in hiding are easily found. There have been too many snakes around the homestead. (I might have to see if the neighbors trick of mothballs really keeps them at bay.) The babe filled a bit of water in his little pool yesterday and all the bugs seemed to swoop in for a drink. Everyone is thirsty in this swelter.
The 10-day weather forecast teases with its prediction or rain. Perhaps I should lay out an alter to Zeus and the gods of the sky and weather that they may bless us with the rain that is presumed by the weather people.
In the mean time, while the Sun sings high in the sky and scorches us all down below, I’ve been having fantasies of getting into a new line of work. One that permits summers off so that I can pack up my family and go play outdoors in temperatures that are more forgiving. Montana, Wyoming, Washington, the Dakota’s, they are all looking quite inviting right now.