|South Pork Ranch Sunflower Takes the Heat|
Over the last 17 years my husband and I have adapted to life without AC. We made the decision with clear heads as clear as ones' head can be when you have four children under foot. We believed more activity would take place outside if we were not coddled indoors with cool breezes.
Today....I would've loved a bit of the coddling thing.
Last year it was easy to brag about our hot weather tolerance as the thermometer did not get over 100 even one day if I recall.
|Pigs discover new cold water in their mud hole and jostle |
for placement nearest the hose. Mud prevents sunburn,
kills lice and adds a certain Je ne sais quoi
This year, and we are barely into July, is thrice as bad. Many days without good rain. No rain in the near forecast. Many many days of over 90 degrees and several days of over 100. The sweat is no longer dripping off my face, instead it bubbles and sizzles and evaporates immediately before making it to my upper lip which is nothing more than a cracked lip desert anyway. We are getting worried. The pastures are done for. The hay we bought last month for this winter is being fed now. Additional hay will be in short supply and more expensive. Fortunately we have good wells.
|Swimming pools pop up all over on the farm. Take one container, |
add one hose. Done
We have a routine. We get up early and enjoy the 80 degrees chill for a bit before we close up windows and pull the drapes. Then it's outside to do as much garden and animal chores for as long as we can stand. We over water the animals, the veggie garden and ourselves in order to build up our hydration reservoirs. Usually we make it to noon. Today we caved at 11:30am.
I was ashamed for my weakness.
|Hazy skies keep heat contained. Towels hang striaght down drying almost|
before they are needlessly pinned to the line.
Keith then went into town helped haul old carpet out of the pastors house while I hit the computer. If I don't move much, keep the fan in direct aim at my face and shower ever 30 minutes, I can be pretty productive. Meat invoices done and 300 summer dresses (all promising to keep me daisy fresh) ordered on EBay,
At 4 pm we realize the homes internal heat is causing the drapes to spontaneously combust so we throw open the windows just in time for a blast of hot air equivalent to that of a crematorium, to roll through our rooms.
We head back outdoors. To water the animals, flood their mud holes and give drinks to those thirsty plants deemed special enough to live. Like tomatoes and potatoes. The perennials scattered about the farm are pretty much on their own.
Have you ever heard a lily plant cry? It's very sad.