July begins today, with thunder showers, with flashes of lighting in the dark clouds. When I went out at 5:00 A.M. It was already 83 degrees. We have a east wind blowing in off the desert. Which always makes it interesting. So glad my hydrangeas are finished blooming as east winds always just ruin my flowers.
I was going through my bookcase the other day and I found that at sometime, no memory of this, I bought a used copy of Out of Africa. By Isak Dinesin. I think it is wonderful. Her writing reminds me a bit of Willa Cather. I also have on my bedside table, A Lantern in Her Hand by Bess Steeter Aldrich, who writes I think a lot of the love of the prairie like Willa Cather. I think loving the place you live life, makes for the best stories. I think as all of these woman who write of their love for the land, and for the different moods and the sounds of the quiet and the clouds moving across the landscape, to me is a language that is better felt.
Today is one of those days for me. The feeling of the scorching, muggy, stale- already- breathed -air, the sound of the wind as it roars through the trees. The smell of the hot earth as the rain drops hit the ground. I can almost imagine it sizzling as everything is so dry and longing for water. I am thankful for this drought. I know odd right, but what other way do you hear people in stores, openly talking about God or in public asking for prayers for rain. Maybe it is just living here in the mini Bible belt of California.
Just an aside. Have any of you seen that movie San Andreas? I haven't but my boys told me that in one part of the movie a helicopter crashes and all the other parts of California are orderly and nice, but when they crash in this place and there is looting and havoc and shooting and general unrest the gal asks the Rock, " Where the heck are we, and he says, " Bakersfield!" I just love how Hollywood does that.
“There is no division nor subtraction in the heart-arithmetic of a good mother. There are only addition and multiplication.”
― Bess Streeter Aldrich- A Lantern in Her Hand.