heat wave

 I have been sitting at my computer almost all day because it is simply dastardly hot outside. Sweltering to the point of being dangerous. With no real rain for weeks, our yard and grass has turned to brown straw. It burns my feet when I walk on it as I can't bear to put on shoes of any kind.

 My moms Dogwood tree was literally dying before I realized it. I've been watering it a little every day, and it is beginning to come back a little bit.

 It's interesting to see the Queen Anne's Lace florurish while the grass dies. I water the flowers I have growing in pots every evening, but they are still looking a little wiped out. The Pansies in the pots by the swing below were eaten by woodchucks weeks ago.

 It's too hot to sit on the swing. I watched the evening news tonight for the first time in forever, to see what they are saying about the lack of rain. The weather guys, always cheerful, are calling for scattered showers in this area toward tomorrow morning. I hope its true.

Mots in his house today, but will be coming out when the sun begins to set and the heat lifts a little.

I went into the barn to see if I could spot any raccoons. I didn't see one little masked face. Maybe they finally decided to go down the hill to the marrow pit, a pond in which we swam when we were kids. I remember rowing around that pit with my first boyfriend and some other kids. Paul McCartneys
"Uncle Albert" was on the radio. One of those really good memories....

I'm feeling very concerned about this momma turkey who decided to make her nest right below the studio window, in the overgrown garden. You can't see them, but there are several large eggs on which she is sitting. What a sweetheart! What is she doing for food and water? I put some water near the entrance of the garden, but didn't want  to get too near to upset her. Wayne and I don't want to draw any attention to her from the raccoons as they would eat her eggs.
I feel sorry for them too. I really do hope they took off for more watery regions.

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