Tag: #writing_of_place

Another warm and humid, dog day of summer. A day I wouldn’t consign a dog to being outside. Miserable days and nights to be outside… though, I recall a summer

Another hot and humid start to a summer day. This is why high summer is my least favorite season of the year. Even though the world is green and full

The dog days of summer are dragging… and dragging me down. It’s the bottom of the seventh hour and already 80º out here on the back porch.  And the air

It’s already too hot to enjoy even a cup of coffee on the back porch… so here’s the view and I’m heading inside.

The humidity is so thick this morning you can see it in the air. It’s more of a haziness than actual fog though. Traffic is moving loudly on the bypass.

Diamonds sparkle on the grass as the sun clears a cloud… then fade to dewdrops as the cloud reclaims the sun. My crazy kumquat tree is covered with big green