I spent last week feeling like a drenched dish rag, the heat so oppressive that the minute I exited from the refuge of air conditioning sweat poured from my forehead down my back. Yuck! No one left the house unless forced by work and high school obligations. The family hibernated inside the humble abode, gladly.
Change. This morning the day is glorious. Amen!
I zipped on my short velour robe,grabbed a bowl of Life cereal topped with a banana and a hand full of blueberries and took to the deck. While I fueled myself with morning meal breathing in cool fresh air I listened...nearly a bird song to be heard, instead the faint chirp of crickets. Our dog, Uli, dances in circles around the yard in the joy that somehow this morning she doesn't feel like she has been forced to wear a fur coat in the Sahara Desert and drinking a bowl of boiling tap water. That she can sleep under a shade tree all day never panting to cool herself. The dog days of summer are gone-- at least for a while.
After a few loads of laundry, a pass of the vacuum I will join Uli under the shade tree. Me and my book.
It's days like this, summer weather like this that makes you want to say--God is good!