Seasonal Angst

Well, it's that time of year again, when the Gates of Hell crack open for another long, scorching, miserable Summer.  I'm pretty sure I heard the grinding and gnashing over the furnace blast of heat that swept through the valley and roared up my mountain yesterday.  Temps are now in the high 90s, heading into triple digits tomorrow or Monday, no end in sight, and definitely no rain now until Fall.

Do you ever wonder how you ended up where you are?  How the entire course of your life can be altered by one small decision, one little deviation from the path as you blithely stroll along?  I'm sure there are many of you who are exactly where you want to be.  I am not one of you.  I prefer cooler weather, rain and storms, and will gladly let you have heat and humidity, the nuclear intensity of the killer sun.

But, until I get that little cabin in the wilds of Alaska, here is where I am.  The dogs and I will spend another Summer up at dawn to walk before it gets too hot to breathe, I'll have to reschedule all my chores and garden work for early mornings, I'll be making gallons of sun tea and giving the boys ice cubes for cool treats, and there will be many dreams of hearty soups and stews...until one morning that heavenly tang of Fall will be in the air and I will smile with true anticipation that those flaming Gates will soon be closing...