This is what the sky looked like today with wisteria jewelry resting on its bosom. It did finally get a little cooler last night, down below 60 and that made all the difference in the world when it comes to my attitude. I don't know what the hell I'm going to do this summer. Now I see why so many Floridians flee to the mountains in summer. The heat has become intolerable for me, and Mr. Moon is finding it so as well. But today was not only slightly cooler but also drier and that's another thing- I always used to laugh about the overused trope of "It's not the heat, it's the humidity," thinking, "It's both of them, asshole," which it is but my god, the humidity makes a huge difference in the way it feels.
But today, for this day, I was grateful for the sweetness of living without the constant heaviness of heat.
Shall we discuss the mosquitoes now? That hard freeze we had this winter seems to encouraged their growth and number, and honey- they are hungry.
Last night I really felt like I was getting sick. Maybe with whatever August has. I did see him on Thursday, too. When I woke up I was congested but not achy or tender and I feel grateful for that too. I worked a short while in the yard in the area of the old kitchen, pulling the demon Glory Bower, which yes, sounds like the most desired plant in the world but no. It is not. In fact, it's another GEE DEE invasive in this area and although the blossoms are lovely, the plant stinks and it will overtake an entire area before your cat can sneeze. It's fairly easy to pull but there's no way you can get to the entire root system which I am sure is like a hidden network covering my entire yard. I also pulled some oxalis which I do like in theory but again, it spreads. I left the native phlox which does also spread, but in a civil manner and it brings me great joy.
And guess what?
So what we have to do this time every year, is diligently search for the shooting sprouts and kick them over which guarantees that that particular sprout will not grow. I find them especially in the part of the yard between the bamboo forest and the railroad tracks but they grow up on the side yard, in the old kitchen garden, in the area that parallels the railroad tracks, and even in the chicken coop. Nothing deters them and if you don't kick those suckers over in a timely manner, you could find yourself suddenly walled in, surrounded by a bamboo prison. And of course they grow inches a day. Many inches.