Last night was the first night this summer when it was too uncomfortable for a good night's sleep. Heat. Humidity. Thunder and lightning. The storm (we got 3/4" of rain) did nothing to reduce the stickiness. Temp first thing this morning was 77°. Which wasn't what many of you would call hot, but with the heavy air it felt much warmer. Now at a smidge after 10 a.m. it's down to 70°. Hooray! Hubby has been telling me we're in for cooler temps this week. Now if the humidity would just go away along with the higher temperatures . . . it still reads at 84%. Gleesh.
But when you consider this is the end of August, and we haven't had to battle any real prolonged heat until now . . . well, I shan't complain
I have a list to choke the proverbial horse today. Laundry and ironing since it is Monday, ya know. I had a whole bunch of things to accomplish in the garden, but that may not happen today because I'd have to don a rubber suit to work out there this morning. We had sunshine for about 11-1/2 minutes a half hour ago but now we're back to grayness which means the garden won't dry out until at least this afternoon, perhaps not even then.
It's all okay, 'cause I have one mell of a hess facing me on my desk. Bills to pay, things to order, research to be done, correspondence to answer, typing of notes I've made on preserving, new methods I've tried. (If we don't succumb to botulism this winter, I'll keep the notes for next year.)
I must admit to rather haphazardly tossing newly harvested and frozen garden produce into one or another of our freezers without a lot of rhyme or reason. What I really need to do is defrost and sort all the freezer. I know, I know, I should have done that before the preserving started . . . but didn't, so really need to do it now . . . and pronto.
Just made a quick foray into the garden to see how wet things really are. They are. Very. Very wet.
I'll close with a picture of my cilantro blossoming prior to going to seed. Such a delicate, lovely display.