August down South

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.

 

 

Summer Storms

I live in Texas and summers can be brutal.  August is particularly horrid.  While most people are enjoying their last bit of summer, those of us who live in Texas are wishing we could find a fast forward button so we can skip the miserable heat and get on with the rest of the year.

I usually enjoy being outside, but when you start sweating inside the house just thinking about opening the door, the prospect of going outside becomes a daunting task.  Anything that needs to be done is scheduled in the early morning with all tasks completed before noon or saved for evening after 7 pm when it’s somewhat bearable to venture out the door.  Anything from noon to 7pm will be done in doors, in an air conditioned environment (unless it involves a pool, river or lake).

Yesterday on my return from work when I ventured into my car the thermometer inside read 109°.  My car was literally an oven.  Rolling down the windows does little to disperse the heat at these temperatures, the only savior is to roll all the windows down and step of the gas and hope the movement of the air is enough to keep you from passing out before the air conditioner kicks in enough to make you stop cursing under your breath.

At about the halfway mark on my ride home everything started to change.  The air ahead looked cloudy.  It took me a moment to realize it was dust blowing widly through the air from a nearby construction site.  Further down the road grey clouds blanketed the sky.  I glanced at the thermometer on my dash which was still above 100 ° and watched it started to drop.  The closer I got to the grey skies the more the tempature fell.

I drove on into the storm.  The rain started out lightly, a heaven sent gift.  The thermometer dipped into the 80°’s.  I continued on and the light rain turned violent with winds whipping around me in my little car.  Traffic slowed considerably as we battled to see a few hundred feet ahead and I braced myself as the vehment winds blew pinecones off trees and pelted my car and those around me.  A wild summer storm had developed out of no where and was now raveging my area.

Finally the storm lightened and I reached my homeward destination only to find the power out.  80° inside the house.  It’s been a long while since we’ve been through a power outage that lasted more than a few hours.  You forget how it feels. Luckily for us, my husband is somewhat of a genius and hooked up a battery to his industrial work fan so we could at least sleep under a breeze.  Sleep didn’t come easy with sticky air swirling around us.

About 3:30am I was awakened to a chorus of barking dogs, the usually unwelcome sound was music to my ears as I knew by the growl of our dog at the front window meant relief was on it’s way.

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Strawberry Banana Popsicles

Who doesn’t love popsicles during summer time? In my quest for healthier eating habits I decided for the summer (along with my salads) I am going to make sure we have access to healthy, yummy popsicles.

After perusing pinterest and googling a half dozen recipes on how to make strawberry popsicles I flew by the seat of my pants and made my own using what I had on hand.

A dozen strawberries
One Frozen banana
One Cup of Almond Milk
1-2 TBSP’s of Honey (Okay, so when it comes to stuff like this I don’t actually measure, I just squeeze, so this is just an approximation.)

Blend all the ingredients in a blender and then pour into your popsicle molds. This made 8 popsicles (and as that was all the molds I had, the rest was a yummy nighttime snack for me and the hubby).  It would probable make 16 smaller popsicles though, if I had another set of molds, (which is now on my shopping list.)

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Tips: Sometimes the popsicles don’t want to come out of the molds, just run them under warm water for 15-30 seconds and they easily free out of the molds.