Thursday, July 18, 2013

SUMMER HOT!!!!


Why do I complain?
Of course it is HOT!
It's SUMMER!
IT'S JULY!
You've seen this one before.  It is my favorite.
It reminds me of fireworks as we celebrate
Independence Day



Oh how my garden grows.
And this is the shady side of the house.
We are blessed with air conditioning but do I remain inside?
Of course not.
I am determined to drink in every moment of summer that I can.

Who cares if sweat is pouring down my second t-shirt of the day.
Who cares if I have sipped so many glasses of water, smoothies, ice tea etc. that I am getting up every hour on the half hour.

Who cares if the temperature is 95 and there is not even a whisper of wind.

It's SUMMER!
Paprika Yarrow.  So love it.
 Clip the faded flowers and more bloom.

I dare not complain.
Yes, I lived more than half my life in cold weather.
Perhaps that was the problem.
Someone sent me this with some other snow scenes.
Mr. Minnesota Frost himself.  Love it.
Minnesota and six foot snow drifts meant nothing.
      I was outside playing in the snow.
Colorado mountain living was fabulous as I skied every day off.
Seattle was warmer in winter but not much different in the summer.
I remember having a fire in the fireplace and wearing layers on July 4!

So, moving to Virginia gave us the best of both worlds.
Summers were hot but not that hot.
Winter - the roughest part - lasted just a few weeks.
But then we moved to glory.
We moved to FLORIDA!
I found this as I was sorting through old pictures.
This was our glorious view.  Miss it.
I told my hubby I was never going to move.
Famous last words.
So what if summers were so hot that air conditioning was a must and beach walks were before dawn or after dark.
At least we got a breeze.

Winter was always a surprise.
We thought we could open everything up but the constant fires in the Everglades, miles away, choked us with smoke.
We were like caged animals: either sitting inside to escape smoke or caged on our patio to keep everything wild out of our way.
What can I say.  The Roses and everything else are
enjoying this hot, humid weather.
I still loved it.
After twelve fabulous years in the tropics hubby declared he'd had enough.
He was ready for REAL weather.

And so we trekked north.
Not as far north as Minnesota but I don't think it makes much difference.

Once the temps hit below thirty, I am tucked into layers and huddled in the corner of our little sunroom that absorbs all the heat from the sun.

Of course, the sun is only shining into that side of the house for about three hours a day.

These are nearly worn out.  I love em.  I'm such a flip-flop
girl that you might even see me wearing them in winter.
Only indoors, of course.
So, that is why I make the most of summer.
I can run freely in t-shirts and flip-flops.
I can sip smoothies and suck tepid water from my favorite cup and be happy as a  . . .

I get to look out on my garden as I do my work on the tiny screened porch, up high, arching over the back yard gardens.
This summer is exceptionally glorious.
The BLOOMS in everyone's yards are amazing.

It's just-right humid and just-right hot and the rain stopped for nearly a week now.
It's getting dry.
Our flag nearly got ripped off the wall
during one storm.  We join our neighbors
every morning in putting out the flag.











But not to worry.
Another storm is expected on Saturday.
I'll haul in all the silly stuff I have outside.
I'll take down the flag.
I'll tuck St. Francis under the big fur tree.
And then.
Once again.
I will be murmuring, IT'S HOT!
Oh Summer!
Love it!