'Til They're Clean And Sparkling

Starting off the day with incredible blue skies and  low humidity, as rare as hen's teeth in these Southern parts of the United States.

The  Mr. takes on the task of washing the house today, no small feat I can tell you.

Norseman's blood runs through my veins, after the temperature rises above 80 degrees I'm wilted like a head of week-old lettuce.

The best I can do is be the cold-water runner, when I spot the worker flailing.
*Sigh*

Summer's Waning

Blue skies and sunshine today. Lots of the stuff,  we are slap in the midst of summer with this 95 degree heat.

The flowers are fading fast, we have enjoyed their beauty these past few months, but continued heat and watering tends to take its toll.

School childern have returned to their scholastic lessons, our days now eerily quiet.

The twin fawns are flourishing , sprightly little things, all bouncy and curious. They enjoy a burst of zoomies daily.

Pop-up storms make their way through most evenings, a welcomed gesture to cool the night air.

We'll take whatever help we can get.

The Dog Days Of Summer

Dog Days defines a time period or event that is very hot or stagnant, or marked by dull lack of progress. The name comes from the ancient belief that Sirius, also called the Dog Star, was somehow responsible for the hot weather.

Either way, we seem to have hit that mark.

As with most of the country we are under a heat advisory for the next week, 95 degrees and 100 degrees plus with the humidity factor figured in.
If you can avoid staying outside especially for long periods of time, then it is best to do so.

Even the birds have taken to their nests...……

By The Light Of The Silvery Moon

The full Sturgeon Moon will be visible between August 8th and 9th , 2025

 It reaches its peak illumination on Saturday, August 9th, at 3:55 a.m. EDT.

 This full moon is named for the sturgeon fish, which are abundant in the waters of the northeastern United States during this time of year. 

 

Slowly, silently, now the moon

Walks the night in her silver shoon;

This way, and that, she peers, and sees

Silver fruit upon silver trees;

One by one the casements catch

Her beams beneath the silvery thatch;

Couched in his kennel, like a log,

With paws of silver sleeps the dog;

From their shadowy coat the white breasts peep

Of doves in a silver-feathered sleep;

A harvest mouse goes scampering by,

With silver claws, and silver eye;

And moveless fish in the water gleam,

By silver reeds in a silver stream.

Silver : Walter de la Mare