Today’s post is brought to you by the dog days of Summer. And let me tell you they are HOT ones. How hot is it? Let’s just say that the other day I saw a tree standing on the street corner with a sign that said “Will work for shade”. And instead of those “Keep off the Grass” signs you see? Now they say “Please sweat on the grass, it needs the water.”
Whoever renamed our great city Hotlanta sure knew what they were talking about. Yesterday we had to drive to Gwinnett County (north end of tlanta) and when we were getting off at our exit I happened to glance down at my instrument panel and realized it was 102 degrees outside. 102 people! That is definitely hot enough to fry an egg on the sidewalk.
Unfortunately I didn’t get a picture because I was driving and have promised to quit freaking my sister out by taking pictures while I drive. And I didn’t get to try to fry an egg either because I didn’t have one with me and what with me driving and all I think I’d have made quite a mess. But trust me, it WAS 102. We had to stop and get gas and I was tempted to leave the car running while hubby pumped the gas so I’d have the AC and not have to sweat to death in the few minutes it took to pump the gas. Since my body thermostat doesn’t work correctly and I don’t really sweat I just felt like my blood was boiling in my face. Opening all the windows did no good because there wasn’t even the slightest of breezes blowing.
Last week when we had Hurricane Irene assault the whole east coast we got nothing. Well, we got a few warm breezes (not even cool ones people!) that felt like someone opened a furnace and a few bursts of hot air blew through. No rain AT ALL. Not even a drop. Which may have been just as weel because everything is so dry it would have probably evaporated before it could even hit the freaking ground.
This is supposed to be a photo montage but I had to complain a little about the heat first. It is SO hot (how hot IS it?) that the leaves are already falling off the trees and most of them are brown and shriveled up when they fall off. The pine needles cover the ground in a brown shroud. Our grass (even the monkey grass) is turning brown and crunches when you walk on it.
Our nice little plants that we had at the beginning of the summer? All brown and crispy and shriveled up. The spices? I think they are supposed to be crunchy when they are “dried” but they aren’t supposed to be dried and crunchy while they are still in the pots.
The pets? They don’t even want to go outside for long. The cats usually come in to eat and head right back out. Except LaLa who usually will knock you down to come in and use the bathroom (even when she has the largest kitty box in the world outside) and then runs back out is staying inside almost exclusively. The puppy goes out and barely makes it off the patio before he wants to lay down. They all look at me like “Now what are we doing out here again?”
This post (but not the heat…can’t blame her for that part) was brought to you by Sprite’s Keeper and The Spin Cycle. If you’d like to participate take your pics and bring them on over…just don’t bring the heat with you.