Sunday, July 19, 2015

It's July

It was 20 years ago this past May that I gave up my life in the cities and moved to Brattleboro, Vermont. I'm not one of those people who doesn't expect or want things to change. Change is necessary. Things evolve. The human species may be devolving, but that is another story, or another blog.  (By which I don't mean a different blog - the thing I mean is a different blog entry. Sorry for the clarification, but following the most recent style of usage is, to my mind, unclear.  But then so is much of life these days.) It should not, however, be assumed that I approve of some of the changes that have occurred over these last two decades. Not that my approval is required, or, for that matter desired.

As I garden, I am somewhat familiar with the changing patterns of the weather. As I've aged, I find that I now have difficulties with high heat and humidity. Twenty years ago,  June was paradise. July began to get warm; the last two weeks would have temperatures in the 90 degree Fahreneight category (and up) accompanied by high humidity.  Some sanity would be restored in August. These last few years, it gets hot by early May, humid by early June, and stays uncomfortable until late September. Plants flower at different times now. There always was a bit of variance, but every year the differences have expanded and grown.

 I now find it difficult to work in the garden in direct sunlight as it gets towards noon. I'm fine in cloudy weather - well, as long as the temperature isn't up into the 90's, or the humidity so bad that I wonder if our species will evolve gills. (Like the old days?) I don't think my reactions are entirely due to changes brought on by the aging process. No, it's hotter in the sun. The more delicate flowers don't last as long as they once did. The intensity of the sun has increased. This morning, taking a photo or two of the garden resulted in becoming immediately drenched in perspiration to such extent that even items in my pockets were soaked through. If there were still handkerchiefs, I'd have had to wring mine out before using it to wipe my brow. And that was a little after 8am with a temperature in the upper 70's and with a cloud cover.







The thing of it is, even if the climate wasn't changing, mid to late July would be an uncomfortable
mess. There is something in this weather that is mean. Everyone gets cranky. And one can't blame them. And then there are those of us who don't have air-conditioning... so, during last night's radio program, I found that the tuner on the old Philco was acting up. Maybe it's a tube. Maybe it's the humidity. What can I say? It's July. 


2 comments:

Delores said...

We're a funny species....all winter long we dream of the sun and when it finally comes out to play we pull the shades, crank up the AC and stay indoors.
It's true though.....summers are getting hotter, there is more humidity and the storms are more violent when they come. The older I get the more unwell I feel in the heat. Still, I'd rather have this than the cold and the snow. Keep cool my friend and I hope you can replace your burned out tube. We finally found a source of tubes for old Stromburg Carlson......thank goodness.

Delores said...

We're a funny species....all winter long we dream of the sun and when it finally comes out to play we pull the shades, crank up the AC and stay indoors.
It's true though.....summers are getting hotter, there is more humidity and the storms are more violent when they come. The older I get the more unwell I feel in the heat. Still, I'd rather have this than the cold and the snow. Keep cool my friend and I hope you can replace your burned out tube. We finally found a source of tubes for old Stromburg Carlson......thank goodness.