Perfect garden weather
You know those gorgeous summertime mornings when the sunshine is beam , and the air is thick with the sweet aroma of phlox and pink wine and fresh gelded grass ? There is no place you ’d rather be than enjoying a loving cup of java on the terrace in your unembellished feet as you fire up up with the snort . You ca n’t help but smile and sing a jaunty tune as you trip the light fantastic back and forth betweenrain barreland flowerpot until each well-chosen bloom has had its drunkenness . A amble through the garden for red , ripe tomatoes and handful of bracing cilantro means salsa for lunch in the backyard while the minor swing . Each fresh solar day extend out before you , feeling full of promise and use and possibility .
Yeah , well … it ’s August in the Midwest and those days are over . By 7 a.m. it ’s 90 degrees and mounting , with 100 % humidity so there is no promise , purpose or possible action of happily doing anything outside because we are in Hades , Friend . The air is thick alright , but not in a good room . It ’s the pea soup kind of gross that requires you to shower after stepping outside for the simple task of getting the newspaper or the mail because you ’ve sudate through your shirt .
There are no more adorable mornings on the patio with the chick because it ’s too hot for coffee tree now and if you listen close , the birds are actually cheep a heat advisory – to tell you that even they contemn this hellion ’s atmospheric condition .
These are the twenty-four hours when you enquire how upset your neighbour would be if you cut down your lawn at midnight by Moon because it ’s the coolest time of the day and you might do it in your underwear . Then you remember your lawn is sad and brown anyways . These are also the days when the piss barrel runs teetotal because August express joy out loudly at the melodic theme of rainwater during this month and the crevice that open to the molten center of the Earth in your front 1000 is now wide enough to swallow your dog . These days , to get your flower and garden the sweet urine sculptural relief they ask , you require an technology degree to concoct a contraption of hoses andsprinklersacross the yard and time it just the right way so it ’s not evaporating forth immediately in the heat of the Clarence Day .
Oh August , we miss the adorable day of June and July when we could n’t hold off to get outside , barbecuing and play pickleball and scan in thehammock . But no . Now we sit within with the shades drawn , listen to our melody conditioner drone pipe on and on , and dread next month ’s electric notice .
Fine . I let in August has some redeeming qualities . It brings the heat for naughty peppers and there is never more zucchini in my garden . It ’s perfect swimming weather and there is something quite romantic about sultry , August nights .
But 100 degrees ? Honestly?Stay cool , ally .
Jamie has been quoted many times saying she could do without the calendar month of August . She could also do without beetroot , the word moist , and the chipmunk that like to dig out in her green bean . She does , however , adore the ease of summer , especially the delicious smell of phlox on a warm summer even .
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