Summer – get it while it’s hot!

This is where a lot of my mornings begin.

This is where a lot of my mornings begin.

You might have noticed, the days are incrementally cooler. The sun is sliding away, Summer is making her slow exit. 

I know, because our tiny bathroom window faces East. In July when the sun is at it’s apex, it hits that window really hard for a couple of hours in the early morning. It gets very uncomfortable in there about 6:30, that bright light hitting the toilet like a spotlight. I’m glad I quit drinking, cause I can’t even imagine having to sit on that crapper with a hangover, the sun slapping you in the face like a cheap detective. That room gets so hot I hang a dark towel over the curtain rod, and shut the door to keep the heat ( and the ambiance) out of the rest of the apartment. 

Scuse me for sharing, but our little bathroom is my almanac. The subtle changes of season are very apparent in that little east-facing room, brutal almost. So, I noticed a couple of weeks ago, the sun has slipped back over behind our neighbor’s tree, and does not shine so bright in that room anymore. I had mixed feelings – sure, it’s nice to not break out in a sweat as soon as you step out of the shower, but yeah, I miss Summer already. 

This week my husband stripped the tomato vines in our garden of all the ripe fruit. There is new green fruit, but it’s not coming nearly as fast as it was a month ago.  I don’t have to make tomato sauce every other day anymore.  Good thing, cause my feet were about to walk out on strike.

This is what my feet look like most of the day.

This is where my feet spend a lot of the day.

This Hungarian Heart set my scale off balance. The last numbers I saw were 28 (ounces).

This Hungarian Heart set my scale off balance. The last numbers I saw were 28 (ounces).

All meat too.

All meat too.

Getting potted before noon - what will the neighbors say?

Getting potted before noon – what will the neighbors say?

The tomatoes had me so busy I forgot my raggedy old grape vines. They don’t look like much, but one day I looked under there and found a bonanza.

This is the last batch of grapes off our beat up old vines. Some of them are a little withered but I'll take whatever juice I can get.

This is the last batch of grapes off our beat up old vines. Some of them are a little withered but I’ll take whatever juice I can get.

The grapes are good this year, the juice is really sweet. So far I have got two pints and I think I’ll get at least two more out of this last bowl.  My family likes to drink it straight, I use it in my smoothies. 

I label these, because in the dark garage freezer they look like tomato sauce.

I label these, because in the dark garage freezer they look like tomato sauce.

I think the heat and drought make the grapes sweeter. 

Was it Nietzsche or Conan who said, “That which does not kill you will only make you stronger” ?  Whoever it was must have spent a Summer in Northern California. This past heat wave, I’ll tell you what – that was Hot. Almost a week over 100 degrees, every day, that’s Hot. Three days in a row, the mercury on the old KIST! thermometer hit SMACK-dab on 110.  The heat accumulates in the ground, the nighttime lows get up around 70 and higher, and we find ourselves putting our pillowcases in the freezer (great idea, btw). Now that it seems to be passing, wow, do those 90’s look really good or what?!

This is what total relaxation looks like.

This is what total relaxation looks like.

We’ve been spending more time outside the last couple of days. I’ve rediscovered my “relaxation station”. 

I like to watch the sun set as reflected in our oaks trees, it's like a symphony of color.

I like to watch the sunset as reflected in our oaks trees, it’s like a symphony of color.

Every year at this time I suddenly feel desperate to wring the last bit of Summer out of every day.

 

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s