There are people who love a good hot and humid summer. I am NOT one of them. All that the summer months mean to me is ass high electricity bills, heat high enough to light my Altar Candles with no matches, hot water to wade in at the beach, and humidity so high you really need gills....BAH!
Gimme 76º with a breeze outta the north. Oh, yeahhhh....skies so clear at night that starlight can guide you through the whole Universe if ya want. Crickets and cicadas singing with cool energies and whooooopie! sounds.
Not insects being fried in the shell and desultory clicks and stops and starts. A late night walk with a fake (for looks only)shawl on your shoulders and sweet high grass brushing your ankles and smelling green and earthy. Not Dried, crackling brown and ocher grasses and weeds, dead from heat and drought.
Welp, s'posed to be 100º every day this week, AGAIN, no break in the Texas drought of the decades...and then, add to that the damn gubmint cluster fuck and it's " SAYONARA SUMMER" at my place!
Gimme late fall.
Be good to you cause you're the only one that does it right, and give somebody some goooood sugars today!
Love ya'll.
Kay
