Hot Beach

A real scorcher on Skinny Island today, 92 degrees by 11 a.m. and inching up through early afternoon, humidity close to that, just little zephyr winds.  Too hot for the beach even, a day to move very little.  Just sit under a ceiling fan and wait.  (Remember, we use A/C only for company.)

Then, like a switch being thrown, the sea breeze kicked in at exactly 2 p.m., and things got much better,  Even hopeful for rain.  When it gets this hot inland, something has to happen.  The sea breezes from both coasts collide in the middle of the state, and thunderstorms roll back to the coasts.  In theory, anyway.  We shall see.

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We were still getting tomatoes as late as last week, but it’s all gone now, the garden is defunct for the summer.  We did all right, but the drought really did us in; couldn’t water enough to keep up.  The soil is just baked, and was never very good at holding moisture.  I think we’ll just stick to herbs from here on out.  I say that now, but come February next year, I’ll probably have some new scheme for an abundant garden.  That’s what spring is for though, isn’t it– rebirth, starting over, resurrection.

St. Francis and the Rosemary are doing quite well, thank you.  Neither requires any water.