I was out in the backyard doing some gardening chores this morning, making a mental list of things that will need to get done soon because, although it doesn't seem like it--100 degree days and all--things really are winding down. Well, except for two sunflowers that suddenly sprouted on the slope a few weeks ago. I debated about pulling them out, but then my internal Darwin said to leave them be. Good thing, too. Today I figure Bill and Ted are about four feet tall and have cute little sunflower heads.
My fence looks weird, doesn't it? Like a snow break/fence. Interesting effect of the blazing sun and harsh shadow.
I did a little test strip on the deck--one whole step actually--so I can see how the new stain is going to look. And whew! I really like it. Now, if I could just find the Goldilocks Moment: not too hot, not too cold, I might actually feel like progress is being made.
After checking out the stain, I straightened my prayer flags, a task I do every day. It's sort of become a ritual for me. Because the flags are silk, very wispy and wonderful, it hardly takes a breath of air to move them, which means they're often wound around and around the cloth tape they're attached to. I unfurl each flag, spend a moment thinking of peace, compassion, love, wisdom, strength--whichever flag I'm touching--and imagine those prayers and mantras floating on the wind.
Today I see that the green flag has a long rent, and a few others are showing wear after two years of sun and wind, rain and storms, though overall they're holding up pretty good. Besides, that's the point of the flags really: as they fade and get tattered by the elements, they become part of the universe.
The green flag represents water. I find it a bit startling that the first flag to show such wear and tear is the green when the entire region--southern Oregon/northern California--is struggling through unprecedented heat and a severe drought. There are 400 mantras on each flag...I wonder how many have been used up after such a summer?
I have a bird bath in the front yard that I've had to fill way more than seems necessary of late. Course, it's in full sun during the hottest part of the day, so for weeks I've been thinking it's just nuclear-intense evaporation.
As I'm writing this post, I catch movement through the half-closed blinds that look over the front garden. I should have known...
Very crappy photo, through the blinds, the window, the deck rail and twenty feet down the yard. The Evaporators...Mom and little spotted kidlet...
When I took this shot, it was just wafting over the 99* mark on my thermometer. Click on the photo and you'll see how hot the deck rails are; the heat waves are rippling over the metal like liquid.
Okay, I'm heading for a nice, cold glass of Lambrusco now, peeps. I've got a new book, a full bottle of vino, two napping dogs and most of the weekend ahead. That totally works for me...