Strange this. July 14th and I've lit a fire. I had a client session at 1.00p.m. and thought: the house is freezing. I checked the calendar for the 6th time. Yup. July. Not December. I lit a FIRE.
Having come from Toronto where the humidex+temperature would have my brain fried, this startles me. As to what I hear out of Oklahoma and Kansas, mein Gott, I think, I would be in an asylum.
Now, don't get me wrong. I am not unhappy with this weather. Not at all. My body can't abide heat. Put me in the tropics and I stay indoors with the A/C blasting and a good book. All that blistering sun wasted on me.
But seriously, a fire in July? What other surprises does Mother Nature have?
I hear the bakeapples will be ready in about 10 days. My friends watch the blossoms like hawks. We will descend and pick as soon as they ripen. Of the approximately 9 berry seasons here, this one is my favourite. The competition to gather them is intense and secret berry patches are guarded with the ferocity of guerilla warfare.
Meanwhile the green here hurts the eyes along with the wild daisies and irises. Water is grey under matching skies. Summer has completely skipped us out here on the edge of the Atlantic.
