Sunny Days
It’s hot. Even in the shade. The wind blows. It’s hot. The ground is hot. The plants are hot. The animals are hot. My long-haired cats look like refugees from boot camp. There’s no escape. I may have to give up gardening. It feels as though we’re on our way to becoming a desert. I stopped looking at the forecast. It’s just 100 degree day after another.
Except for today. The high is only forecast to be 99 and there’s a chance of thunderstorms. I laugh. It’s like getting one last smile from a lover who just told you goodbye. Mother Nature on her way out the door. I’m going to go and rain somewhere else. Here’s one last kiss. You understand. We can still be friends. Of course, my reply is, sure, we have to be. I’m still alive.
And today I’m going out in it to play golf and make nice. Because as humans we adjust to the reality of our situations. Wear different clothes. Do different things. We smile through the heat and the pain or whatever causes us discomfort and try our best to find joy because it’s out there in one form or another and the season’s do change and that’s on the schedule. And maybe it will rain again.