We are four days past the end of the “Dog Days” of summer…the calendar lies! The “Dog Days” are the hot, humid, sultry, thunderstorm ridden days following the rise of Sirius the Dog Star. I didn’t tell my puppy dogs the Dog Days were over, they would have thought I was lying.
In the foothills of the Blue Ridge it appears thirty-degree temperature swings with a good chance on thunderstorms by the middle of the week. Oh my! Bless your heart Mother Nature. The arrow grass is a little worse from wear.
We had a small dose of fall like weather last week which makes this blast of heat and humidity hard to handle. We are a month, minus four days, from the first day of fall…if we actually have a fall this year. I really don’t want to wish my life away, but…. Later, after our first frost, there will be Indian Summer.
There was still a hint of fall this morning as I walked my three point two miles. Sixty-eight degrees and a very light breeze originating from the north as I walked around Lookup Lake. No leaves are changing, we are six weeks or so away from the start of that. The temperature had risen quickly by the time I returned. The yucca didn’t seem to mind the heat.
Despite the heat, butterflies were working “like crazy” on the yellow, gold or purple wild flowers marking my path. A sure sign they know their time is limited. Bees and small wasps seemed to be in frantic mode working on my woody hydrangea. And those damn little bastard yellow jackets…one got me on the inside of my thigh. Nothing on the wild daisy?
My path was blocked by spider webs as I made my way around the lake. Sorry Mr. Orb Spider, I just wasn’t paying attention. You’ve caught me, but I don’t think I’ll let you eat me. I know you will build another web, you do so daily, but I hate to make your work harder. I didn’t appreciate your webs until I found out you ate mosquitoes.
There are other colors too, reds, purples and whites. Wild plants I’m unfamiliar with and the sickly-sweet smell of purple and white kudzu blooms. It seems nothing can deter kudzu, not even the web worms covering one group of blooms.
I have no red tomatoes or yellow corn; my vegetables are done for the season. I did notice my muscadine grapes were turning from green to bronze. Soon they will turn a dull purple and it will be time for muscadine hull pie. Yum!
Such is life. Change is inevitable. I am aware of life’s changes every time I glance in a mirror or stiffly crawl out of bed. Like the changes in season I hope to make it to Indian Summer myself.
Image of the Coot, and all other images were taken by an “Old Coot” using his Android phone. I’m sure you thought I was a professional…chortle, chortle.
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