LONG, HOT, DRY SPELL

   

   There has been no significant rain in our town in weeks.  A couple of times the skies looked promising --- many days of 90* temps, occasional dark clouds, and a bit of rumbling, and a splatter.  Wasn't like that earlier in the Summer . . . rains came frequently, lawns remained lush, plants and flowers flourished, days were mild.  Then, it just stopped !  Consequently, there have been many hours spent watering the vegetation.

    I have not heard the "D" word yet spoken (Drought). There do seem to be lots of beach vacation pictures posted on  Facebook; frozen yogurt and ice cream sales are strong; few coats and ties are being worn and lots of folks checking The Weather Channel.  Remembering my vow made in Winter not to complain of Summer heat, I 'plug along' (regional dialect for 'persevere').  

    Recently, realizing  that I have not written a blog post since June 15, I concluded that 'long dry spells' can also find parallels in my creativity and just plain disinclination to write. Perhaps that was part of the imagery that prompted Nat King Cole's song about The Lazy Hazy Days of Summer

     An Episcopal priest friend describing his rejuvenating Nantucket vacation years ago acknowledged that he had reached the  point that "I had nothing to say and no great desire to say it."  

   At times like this I remember the story of someone's asking an old Vermont farmer, "Reckon it'll rain?" to which he answered, "Always has.".  And, now, the tv meteorologists are hinting  for a wet week ahead.

    Can you locate your raincoat and umbrella ?

        Satchel