I HATE HUMIDITY!

Giant kohlrabis!

I HATE HUMIDITY!

Today it’s just getting worse, and starting to remind me of the humidity in that place I was that starts with FL, which name I’m trying to avoid saying or thinking about this week. I’ve almost stopped having nightmares about it, so it seems to be working –ish.

So as it happens, I managed to NOT catch Covid even though everyone else in that place did – I think I missed it by a day. Everyone else is either recovering slowly or recovered relatively quickly, but two of the vaccinated-who-caught-it got very ill, though not hospital ill. So if you aren’t vaccinated: GET YOURSELF VACCINATED!  All the nonsense you’ve heard about what terrible things the vaccine can do to you, including turning you into a zombie, is just nonsense: I heard a ration of cow-pucky about that this weekend from someone who should know better. If you really believe that silliness, please ask yourself: when did you start believing that science fiction and fantasy tales are real? Seriously – when did you, an otherwise sane and normal person, start to believe in the unbelievable? And what were you drinking/smoking/eating just before you did?

 

A seat for admiring the thyme and garden

These past three weeks when I’ve been home quarantining and trying to recover from exhaustion have been time to catch up on the silliness going on in the world and the real evil being perpetrated by folks who should know better – about the environment, about poor people, about vaccines and the pandemic, about politics, about a whole lot of things, and another period of my thanking the stars that I’m 65 and not 25. The next 10 years aren’t going to be fun, no matter what; the next 70 are going to be hell on earth unless some rich old farts come to their senses and either get out of the way and open their damned wallets, or the God they believe in strikes them dead, which seems like it would be actual justice. And that goes for the ones who believe in other Gods, too. [[I have no idea what's going on with the alignment in this paragraph and why I can't fix it.]]

Like I said, I’m glad I’m not 25. Doom is hanging over our heads.

On the other hand, it’s beautiful out here in the Northeast, where, I’ll remind you, about 20 years ago some Tibetan Llamas who’d come to make a sand mandala at Dartmouth were given a tour of the area after the mandala was washed into the river, and they were asked how they liked the area. One of the monks replied, “Very nice. Soon be seacoast.”

The heather in my yard is all abloom and the bees are going crazy. I have 5 big patches of it: one blooms white, the others bloom various shades of purple. The thyme which took over most of my yard from six small plants I stuck in the front yard 35 years ago, and continues to expand its territory, is also blooming another shade of purple. So looking out a window is like looking onto purple haze. Hmm, Purple Haze – could that be what is causing the insanity that’s running rampant in our country and a large part of the rest of the world….?

But I digress. The skies are also pretty hazy, thanks to the giant fires out west.  And the humidity and temperatures are rising. But the last several days, when the sun was behind clouds, and there was a gentle breeze, it was lovely out on the wart under the tent roof. The cats and I – well, the visible cats, we still have one Invisi-Cat hiding somewhere in the house we can’t locate – luxuriated. And fell asleep. Then we went out to the garden to work (me) and lounge (them) and chase critters (them) and cuss the chipmunks who have completely eaten all my beets and one bed of parsnips (me doing the cussing – cat’s cuss a different way).

So today I have options: Go to the dump. Go out to the garden and pick yet more of the beans that surely are needing attention and processing. Go to the post office – if I do that, I should probably go to the dump, too. Now I know I don’t have Covid, go hug my mother who I’ve been avoiding since I returned from the evil place, just in case. Bring my niece her birthday present, now 6+ months late, per request (something to look forward to). Lie down in the air-conditioned house and a) read, or b)watch a DVD  - my excuse for sorting them, or a) + b) + c) take a nap. 

 

Instead, I decided to write a blog!

 

California poppies; a self-seeding annual! I haven't planted these in years - same with dill, Johnny-jump-ups, corn flowers, parsley - well, that's a biennial - and summer savory!

 

For the blog: herondragonwrites.blogspot.com      11 August 2021

All photos Deb Marshall