What I do all evening. I’d rather visit the community pool to see the summer swim league compete. Inhale chlorine for the first time in five years. Dangle my hot feet in the baby pool (yuk).
I’ve been asked many times, sometimes by irritated inquirers, “Why do you agonize about the weather so often?” That’s an easy question to answer. Because I live and breathe outdoors every day of the year, that’s why. Nothing pleases me more than doing my little part in helping nature along… I’d like to believe I’ve made a difference on my small third acre. I think I share the same sentiments with others in this blogging community. Right?
When Mother Nature ignores our need for water and inflicts such oppressive heat on our dry land, I work harder. Honestly, I’m tired of it after three years of bone dry soil under my feet. Tired of worrying about my patches of wildflowers that aren’t looking too good right now, tired of watching sunflowers wilt, as well as the new Bradford Pear trees we planted recently and anything else I put in the ground after a good soaking with the garden hose. Tired of brief rain showers that evaporate before they hit the ground. Sometimes I feel defeated and just want to scream to the heavens and give up because the hours I spend every evening outdoors on a mission doesn’t seem to be making a difference. And, I sigh… But I keep going, day after day. This is why I’m not happily reading blogs any longer – another pleasure that mean old Mother Nature has taken away from me - not limited to my house, but throughout the country.
Maybe our irrigation technician can fix our problems on Monday. But, oh, that won’t make a blanking difference, really, since we can only use it on Sundays! I’m staying calm now – no cursing tonight.
I’ll focus on the positive. A few samples of what’s looking good.
Invasive, but beautiful in my eyes. No water needed.
I’ve seen more butterflies on my small, sickly butterfly bushes this year than I expected.
A pair of Barn Swallows perched on my rain gutters a few days ago. If you know me well, you’ll realize how happy I was to see them! They’ve nested elsewhere this year. Pffffft. A few days later, Angie in hot northeastern Tennessee posted a very sweet comment on one of my posts then later e-mailed an invitation for me to see her Tree Swallows album on Kodak. She takes fabulous photos with her Easyshare camera, so I asked her if I could steal a few and she graciously agreed! Below is a sequence of swallow fledglings that I just love love love.
I had planned to post eight of them - all wonderful - but five I grabbed were thumbnails. Visit Angie to see more.
Youngins, this is getting old.
It's crowded in here. I gotta out of this house.
Here I come! Somebody catch me if I fall, please? Mama?
Thank you, Angie. I can dream of swallows tonight.
Have a great weekend, everyone.