Heat Wave!

 

Good Morning! We are in the midst of a heat wave. I have survived them before and I will this one. I seem to be out in it more than in the house. My garden seems to be holding up pretty well.

The zinnias thrive.

The pumpkins seem to be holding their own.

The tomatoes are very happy.

The chickens are having a harder time of it. I have this one little silkie who wants to sit. I have to go out five or six times a day and take her out of the house and off the nest. She was staggering around one day after I got her out in the yard, I watched her and pretty soon she was better. One of my new little hens got too hot yesterday and I put her feet in cold water and after a while she was fine too. I worked out in the garden yesterday from 5:30 to 6:45 A.M. and when I came in it looked like I had been swimming in my clothes.

I guess the morning glories decided that it was to hot already to open today. I was outside this morning at 5:30 and it was already 89 degrees. Today is going to be a scorcher. I really ponder how on earth people lived before air conditioning. Here is a story Peter told me yesterday when he came home for lunch.

Peter works for Channel 23 here in town. Yesterday Channel 29 was giving out free fans for people who didn't have air conditioning. A little old lady and her walker walked from her house in Oildale downtown to the news station where Peter works. She went to the wrong station. The station manager was so upset, they found her a fan and he called Uber to take her home. I guess all of the people there at the station were just as upset as I was when Peter told me. It still makes me cry to think of that poor little lady walking all that way with her walker. It was hot yesterday. It was 111 and the thought of her walking all that way breaks my heart. The really ironic thing was the news station Peter works for didn't have air conditioning yesterday because it had gone out and Peter was having to climb on the roof and go in the attic to trace lines. When he got home at lunch he was sick from the heat. He thankfully went swimming before he went back to work and that helped.

At least I wasn't making jam this week. Normally it seems that whenever there is a heat wave, I have to make jam. You know what is really weird, I missed making jam. I did draw out a couple of rug patterns. I need to hook.

 I have been reading this book called The Lost City of the Monkey God, by Douglas Preston.
Great book!!! This city has also been called the White City. They found it using high tech military Lidar. So every time I start whining about the heat, I go read a few chapters to get my mind in the right place. The snakes and bugs and wildlife are incredible not to mention the rain, the jungle and mud. The culture they found has never been found before and they know nothing about it. It was perfectly intact with no robbers ever being there before. So its quite thrilling. Have you ever read the Journals of Percy Fawcett? He was looking for a lost city too and he never came back. So I have been reading books like the Lost World by Sir Conan Doyle. Which he took I am sure from Percy Fawcett. to write that book. I am such a chicken, I don't think I would ever want to even camp in a tent. Ever!

Sorry this is so rambling. Time to get this day underway. Today I didn't go for my walk like normal. I could see an animal and it was digging I thought so as I watched and thought it must be a skunk. I waited. Finally I decided I would go get my binoculars. It wasn't a skunk but a cat playing with something. I sat there and thought, my goodness, I sat here and wasted all that time. I thought that there is a good lesson here. When I perceive what I think is one thing, observing and waiting because I suppose I have the truth. Then on closer inspection,  I realize that it was my perception that was skewed. Because what I see, isn't always what it is.
How's that?

Have a lovely day, I hope its cool where ever you are.

~Kim~

"It was rapture enough just to sit there beside him in silence, alone in the summer night in the white splendor of moonshine, with the wind blowing down on them out of the pine woods."

―L.M. Montgomery, The Blue Castle