Life on South Pork has been miserably hot the last two weeks but 24 hours ago a cool front came in and we all been given back to will to live.
No rain yet and the pastures are now literally crackling with dryness. Even walking across the yard the grass snaps under your feet like fall leaves. The drought is no longer a threat but a reality. Farmers in our area has taken to mowing down some of their corn crops as the likelihood of any real harvest has passed.
Might as well get a jump on the insurance claims is what we are hearing.
Today was a brisk 84 and I almost had to put on gloves. On Saturday we hit an all time high of 107! in our own little yard and this chubbiest farm wife hit the showers...I mean water tank. The book? Well it's just one more fabulous read by Gillian Flynn, "Dark Places" So creepy I had to read it in broad daylight.
So in desperation I filled an old plastic water tank (cut in half years ago and most recently used in our garden as a greenhouse) with well water. The waves turned a bit coppery colored towards the end of the day but none of us cared. We needed relief. The GK's and I were even able to talk hydrophobic Keith into the redneck pool for awhile.
The duck was a pool party crashing friend of Allana's. A real drifter sort.
Last week I painted an old ladder to add some more spark to one of my flower beds. It made the perfect poolside book stand this week.
The GK's had no trouble playing in the less than pristine water. It's amazing how lowering our body temps to a reasonable amount, directly elevates the mood.