|This little guy doesn't |
seem to mind the heat!
I remember clearly in March and April and well into May when I grumbled about the constant dark clouds and torrential rains. During that time I thumbed through back issues of Southern Living dreaming of the garden I would plant when the sun began to shine. I had visions of summer when I would lounge on the deck sipping sweet tea while enjoying an array of colorful flowers.
Don’t misunderstand. I enjoy the crisp air of a wintry day. I love the clean look of the soft snow covering bumps and flaws in my yard. I enjoy sitting by the fire and reading a good book. Winter can be beautiful.
And the spring rain? The sound of a thunderstorm is in many ways restful and welcome. Unless of course it goes on so many days the ground is saturated and the fear of flooding seeps into my thoughts late at night.
Summer has at last arrived. Not as I imagined it, though. My air conditioner is working overtime. I plan the mowing of my lawn in segments. I mow the back yard in the morning before the sun is high in the sky (though not too early so I won’t disturb my neighbors) and the front yard in the evening hours as the sun begins its descent westward.
I water the flowers and vegetables I planted and pray they’ll make it.
|I MUST NOT COMPLAIN|
ABOUT THE HEAT!
The thing is, it feels like the middle of August instead of the first week of July. But I remind myself…I must not complain.
I know I’m not alone. Is it that we are never satisfied? Is it that we are always looking ahead? Or behind?
Or is it quite simply…the weather? I'm not sure. All I know is that I'm dreaming of autumn.