In case you haven’t noticed on the news, the weather people, at least those not living in the south central part of the U.S., keep pointing gleefully at the big “H” centered over Oklahoma. For me, the big “H” has outlasted his welcome because he was never welcome in the first place. No one can garden in weather of 112F. Even the agaves in the pots are gasping for a drink.
Because my agua still comes from a well, I can water, and I do it carefully in dibs and dabs. I no longer have any gardening advice except hang in there.
My mother used to have a saying, “Get glad in the same pants you got mad in.” Since I’m a world-class cranky pants today, I’m going to go walk on the treadmill, watch the Olympics, and then get a massage. Take that heat dome, and fly off to cooler climes like Great Britain during the Olympics. They need warmer weather. We need rain.
While I’m away, here’s a little video I did two days ago. I wanted to share my small green sea in an ocean of brown with you. Those of you who work outside and are going in before dawn to avoid the oppressive heat, this one is especially for you.
I wrote this before wildfires decimated the town of Luther and part of Slaughterville. There were also fires in Ninekah and so many other places in the state, I’ve linked to our local NBC affiliate if you’d like to read more. I am most angry about the fire in Luther because it appears it was intentionally set. As someone who lives in a wooded, rural area, I am terrified of wildfires. They are much more dangerous than tornados, believe it or not, and there is often no warning.