Hot. Oh so very hot.

I stand at the sink, drinking a glass of water as it turns immediately to sweat. I think this has to be a sign of dehydration and have another glass. I’m about to make my rounds, checking on the poultry, filling water dishes, making sure the animals are cared for. Last week on one of these water-bearing excursions I got dizzy and have since been much more diligent at making sure I have something to drink before going out.

Fresh water for the geese, the ducks, the broilers, and the chicks in their respective pens. Fresh water for the chickens who are out free ranging–one dish at the entrance of the coop, one in the shade of a large tree. Fresh water for the dogs. Fresh water on a table in the garage for the cat just in case the wind blows the door shut and she happens to get trapped inside.

I check on the garden to see if any of my vegetables struggling for a bit of space amongst the weeds need some watering to make it through the rest of the afternoon. The state is underwater with water volumes rivaling the Great Flood of 1993. Neighboring communities were evacuated. The Missouri has left its banks with flood waters covering one lane of Highway 2, five miles from where the river is supposed to stay. My husband is stuck in Creston waiting on a train that is waiting for flood waters to recede before it can pass.

Fortunately, the garden is still moist enough. It always seems strange when I need to set out a sprinkler in light of the ongoing news reports, but we live on a hill and mostly the rain only manages to increase the humidity for us.

Finally, my afternoon chores are finished and I walk up the hill toward the house, toward a nice, tall glass of refrigerator tea, toward a window fan that will provide a little relief from the heat.

Sweat is dripping from my forehead, plastering my hair to the side of my face and the back of my neck. The shirt I wear in lieu of sunscreen sticks wherever it finds skin. I lift it off my shoulders seeking just a little air. Suddenly, a breeze. . .ever so slight. . . comes down the hill to meet me and ruffle my shirt.

A breath of fresh air.

It is followed by a stronger breeze, a distinctly cooler breeze and I let it pick up my shirt and push it off my shoulders.

I bask in the coolness.

I can smell the rain on the changing wind. I can feel the temperature dropping. I close my eyes, breathe the clean, fresh air, drink in its refreshment.

And I wonder for a moment if the seemingly unbearable heat is worth it for the pleasure of just this small breeze meeting me as I walk toward the house.

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It has been hot here as well. I like your writing style. The coyote story had me held in suspense. Well I think most coyotes are timid and afraid of people, I wouldn’t under estimate them. Coyotes killed a woman in Cape Breton, Nova Scotia last summer. It was very sad. Only in her twenties. She was walking along in a national park.
.-= Jennifer´s last blog ..The Sperling Garden- Hamilton Ontario =-.


Thanks, Jennifer. This is a sketchbook of sorts so it is always nice to hear feedback on my writing. 🙂

We’ve only had one coyote attack in NE that I know of, but this property was vacant for a few years and poachers dumped their deer carcasses here. They’re used to it being an all-you-can-eat buffet, but as long as it has been since the last time we’ve had them come up close I think they’re finally recognizing there are new owners.
.-= Dana´s last blog ..Hot Oh so very hot =-.


We too have been experiencing a record breaking heat wave. And though we are used to extremes here in Eastern Canada, this extreme heat is new.

And it sure does make one stand back and appreciate the smallest of breezes when they offer relief.

Does that make it worth it? Probably, but likely not until the heat wave is over and temperatures return to normal. 🙂
.-= Sheri´s last blog ..The New Deck =-.


I was happy today. Still hot, but we didn’t break 100 again. Makes 90 seem like spring again!
.-= Dana´s last blog ..Hot Oh so very hot =-.

Where I live we’re dependent on air conditioning. But I’ve somewhat acclimated myself to the heat by spending so much time in the garden. I think it’s true that we don’t enjoy those fresh breezes nearly so much without suffering through the heat first. Last weekend I sat outside on the porch and though it was warm and humid there was the softest sweetest breeze. It was wonderful. This week is predicted to be the hottest yet – without a breeze I’ll be thankful for my air-conditioning. .-= Ginny´s last blog ..Come in through the gate =-.

We went down to my parents earlier in the week and I couldn’t believe how quickly I got used to the AC again. Going outside and sitting was insufferable, but I spend a lot of time just sitting on the porch here where it isn’t any cooler inside.

In fact, so long as there is a breeze, it feels more comfortable outside! That helps make sure everyone gets plenty of fresh air.
.-= Dana´s last blog ..Hot Oh so very hot =-.


Love your stories, you use words a way I only dream of. The heat has been terrible in many places this year. Travels from our church called back telling stories of many broken down on the highway. Pray this is a sign of mild winter since the winter this year was way out of norm. Here Florida we broke 100 yr old records.
I so enjoy you blog, pray your husband makes it home safe through the flood waters.

Life On The Planet

Take an umbrella for shade when you go out. It helps.
.-= Life On The Planet´s last blog ..Penitent Me =-.


Good thinking to leave water in the garage for the cat, I don’t think I would have thought of that! Rain is so amazing how it changes the air in no time, it’s so restorative.
.-= Cheryl@SomewhatCrunchy´s last blog ..2010 -2011 Curriculum Choices =-.