Who Else Is Sick of Summer???

This is how my secret garden, next to my she shed looked back in

early June.  Yes, it was hot then, but I was enthusiastic.  I was buying

plants at every garden center, spreading pea gravel and mulch.  When

I worked outside for too long, and got overheated, I would spray myself

down with the garden hose.  I was not yet delirious.

The heat was building.  Day after day of 90 plus degrees became the

norm.  My unbridled enthusiasm began to wane.  

The bloom is off the rose.  As we are now approaching August,

another impossibly hot month, there is not much on the horizon to

be cheerful about.  I have lived though two hurricanes in Texas,

both arriving in August.  I am praying that we are not hit by one

again this year.  We have not completely recovered from Harvey,

and blue tarps can still be seen on the roofs of some houses.

I am aching for the arrival of Fall!  Glorious Fall, when the air is 

fresher and crisp in the morning.  When garden centers are full of mums,

and the pumpkins begin to appear.  When I can walk outside during the

day and not feel like I am about to spontaneously combust at any

moment.  

When I was a child, I loved Summer.  Days at the beach.  Riding

my bike with my friends from sun up until sundown.  Of course, I

didn't live in Texas back then.  Sorry Texans, but Summer here is

like a mean joke.  

Fall temps won't arrive here until the end of October.  That's a long

time to endure more blistering heat.  I don't mind saying ....

I AM SICK OF IT!

Bentley and I are staying inside where it is cool.  There is a

Hallmark Christmas movie playing, thanks to TiVo.  We

just might make it until Halloween ;-)

Big Texas Hugs,

Susan and Bentley