...hot. Hot, hot, hot. This is the time of year when I can barely get myself out into the garden. Nothing satisfies. It's too hot to think. I can't even imagine how I managed to live in Austin without air-conditioning (or how the pioneers before us did). Of course, I was young and there was always Barton Springs pool. But no relief of that sort where I live now. However, my cicada friend in this photo managed to find my little water feature and literally hung out near it for a while. Cicadas are a perfect metaphor for how to deal with this weather - go into a deep meditation and hum. It'll be over before we know it. Maybe I need to start chanting... :-)
Dig, Grow, Compost, Blog: Tracking the cycle of my gardening life
Monday, July 28, 2008
Summa time and the living is...
...hot. Hot, hot, hot. This is the time of year when I can barely get myself out into the garden. Nothing satisfies. It's too hot to think. I can't even imagine how I managed to live in Austin without air-conditioning (or how the pioneers before us did). Of course, I was young and there was always Barton Springs pool. But no relief of that sort where I live now. However, my cicada friend in this photo managed to find my little water feature and literally hung out near it for a while. Cicadas are a perfect metaphor for how to deal with this weather - go into a deep meditation and hum. It'll be over before we know it. Maybe I need to start chanting... :-)
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