We've enjoyed lovely, cool mornings and nights the last week or so. i keep saying to myself this is July? And just as the grass was turning crispy some wonderful gently soaking rain returned. To celebrate (in advance of her coming out party) Miss Lily got all decked out in pearls.
Every now and then for just a day or two or three (hopefully it doesn't last any longer than that) we get a taste of how it must be to live in the sultry south. It has been very hot very humid and rain is, once again over due.
There is a strong urge to run away from the heat escape for just a few days to a place with gentle air green vistas, and cool, lapping waves just a few yards away... nights with the window open and a coolness that makes the crisp sheet and soft cotton blanket a delicious cocoon.
This is a very big nation.
It takes at least 3 full days and two entire nights
to drive from the Eastern most point to the West coast in one go, if you can stay awake... There must be someplace one can dash to for a little respite.
It is more than a little overwhelming to look at the television weather forecast and see the entire nation painted in the intense colors the graphic designers use to represent Hot Weather with odd little puffs of grey-white dotting the map representing devastating wildfires and odd squiggles that after my eyes adjust represent rain puddles over areas where unrelenting floods continue scouring land people call home.
i turn off the television give thanks for small discomforts air conditioners and plenty of ice in the freezer.
the butterflies are so busy getting their fill they almost ignore me completely.
the Meadow Fritillary dines with its wings spread wide
the American Lady, on the other hand, stands with the undersides of her wings in plain view...with their dramatic markings which are meant to look like large eyes in order to confuse the birds and make them think twice before nibbling