It’s 101F right now in my little corner of the world. Nothing stirs outside. No children’s voices, no neighbors mowing; nobody’s grill is lit, saturating the summer air with woodsmoke and the aroma of cooked meats. Birds do not even sing in this heat.
Only the cidacas seem to love it – their buzzing song has been going on since this morning.
In the stillness the only sounds heard are the hum of air conditioners. An occasional car drives by, windows tightly rolled up against the heat, the occupants probably driving from one air conditioned place to another. Our house, like all the others, is shut up against the heat. Shades drawn, ceiling fans on, air conditioner set to a manageable temperature. I cannot fathom the lives of my ancestors who toiled through summers without electricity, the women draped in too many layers of clothing for modesty’s sake.
It makes me thankful for my relatively comfortable life here in the 21st century.
The tomato harvest is in full swing and every meal features this delectable fruit. Tomato salads with fresh mozerella and basil, sliced tomatoes with salt and pepper, tomato garnishes on everything. Turning on the oven is unimaginable these days so cooking has become an exercise in cold foods only – cold salads, chilled fruit, and lots and lots of iced tea.
It’s the middle of summer, yet signs of the approaching fall are about. Monarchs flit in the garden, preparing for their long sojourn to Mexico. Birds are starting to gather in larger and larger groups. I imagine them having meetings to decide who will join which group, and firming up their fall flight plans to all points south. Night arrives earlier and earlier and morning preparations now require the lighting of a lamp. School will be starting soon and store signs shout out their Back to School sales for clothes that seem too impossibly hot to wear in the current weather.
In a few short weeks the first north winds will blow in. Air conditioners will be turned off and windows will be thrown open, welcoming the relief from this summer heat. Preparations for winter will ensue. We will be reminded that there are only 3 more months left until Christmas and everyone will groan.
The cycle makes another revolution.