A storm front came through Saturday, the kind of thunderstorm that rattles the windows and makes it hard to see across the street. The perfect day for baking or reading a book - or both. By Sunday, the storm had slowed to a steady rain; and by Monday, I was ready to get out into the yard again. Monday morning was gray and cloudy, and I fully expected to feel a chill when I walked out the door instead of the warm, humid air that settled over me like a smothering blanket.
Luckily, the recent stretch of extreme heat kept the weeds from growing as well as the grass, so there wasn't much to do Monday, or even Tuesday. By this morning, the weather was more or less back to usual with just enough moisture in the air to dampen my hair on the way to the car with a few trickles of sweat down my back, and enough heat to turn doorknobs into molten metal. Mornings in the garden are a different story. A few hours outside and my sweat soaked jeans feel like they weigh ten pounds and they stick to my skin as I peel them off.
This is when I start counting the days until the temperature drops. That is September 10 according to AccuWeather. Twenty more days. Twenty hot days, and then blessed relief.
At least I get to spend afternoons inside with the air conditioner. I really feel for people whose jobs keep them outside all day. Today I had the new (new to us) pickup steam-cleaned. The guy who did it had a mobile business and came to the house. Great for me, but he and his helper had to work in the sun. The good thing is that the upholstery and carpet dried fast. He used a scented cleaner so I can't tell if he got the dog smell out of the interior, but should be able to tell in a day or two. Yes, the low-mileage, great deal pickup we bought has such a bad case of dirty dog smell that it is almost nauseating. I wonder if that is why it was such a great deal.
Stay cool my friends. It's only twenty more days.
Unless the forecast is wrong. But I have my hopes pinned on twenty and not a day over.