Presence is not an object. It is the openness that beholds it all.
~ Joan Tollifson
There are storms coming today. A cool front, so they say. I am sure there are scientific reasons for why they call it a cool or cold front, but a quick glance at the 10-day forecast shows it will continue to be near or in the 90’s for the foreseeable future. It’s August. Who would expect anything else? Sometimes I think the weather prognosticators are having one over on us. Or maybe they’re trying to give us hope in the midst of the heat. Or maybe — and this might be the truest of all — they don’t really know what’s going on.
Whatever the case, here we are, in the midst of another heat wave. This morning I watched and listened to part of a webinar by Laura Plumb titled August Ayurveda for You, and she talked about the way heat builds throughout the summer months. It’s something I never really thought about before. Summer, the season of fire and water, holds heat. It builds throughout June and July, and then August rolls around and the heat just continues to sit there and build. That was the way of it, in years past. This year the heat started to build early. In July, the news, weather, and science folks told us that June was the hottest June on record. Now, in August, they’re telling us July was the hottest July on record.
I thought about what Ms. Plumb said regarding the building of heat. I realized I can see/feel that phenomenon within my own body when I exercise. I sweat during vigorous exercise but it’s in the minutes after I finish, while I’m resting, that I often feel the greatest heat.
(In case you’re wondering, I will finish watching the webinar tomorrow. I had to shut things down after some rumbles of thunder and flashing of lightning. We’re in a lull now, before the next round arrives.)
There are subtle signs of change. The place where the sun rises in the morning has scooted over, moving closer to the pond. The shadows are longer. Butterflies are everywhere, including lots of Monarchs. The cherry trees, usually one of the first to take on the greens of spring, are starting to turn, leaves turning gentle shades of yellow and red. Just a few, here and there, but they are noticeable. Goldenrod has begun to bloom. Mornings are dewier, sometimes slightly foggy with hints of autumn mists.
I know those of you in more northern climes don’t care to hear about the ushering out of summer. Not to worry. There is still a lot of summer to be had around here. We’re not out of the heat yet and we are just going into peak hurricane season. I like it when I visit the National Hurricane Center website, as I do nearly every day during hurricane season, and I see the glorious words: Tropical cyclone activity is not expected during the next 48 hours.
Our Deer Family stopped by this morning, as they usually do. They had muck all over their legs. The entire family must have been walking through the marsh. I wonder if the muck helps with the flies and ticks. I suppose if that were the case, they’d roll in the muck and cover their whole bodies.
As I watched them munching on whatever it is they find so yummy to eat in our lawn, I thought about naming the twins. The names that came to mind were Quiet and Patience. Not because of those qualities on their part. They are children. They like to play, bound around, nuzzle with mom, and do other things that children like to do. It’s true that they are quiet, but I’m not sure they are patient. Those names came to mind because it is what I need to do and be when I’m waiting for them to come around at dawn and dusk.
One of the twins, the one on the left that I might call Quiet, was injured around her eyes. The left eye got the worst of it which you can see in this photo (taken on July 30):
The injury has been healing and looks much better now. Still, it makes me wince. It almost looks as though she got kicked in the face, or maybe snagged by a branch while running through the woods.
Thank you for stopping by today. I’ll be back soon with some more photos from Pennsylvania. I’m still sorting through them. In the meantime, let’s meet out at the scrounger’s garden in a little while to watch the butterflies if the storms have not yet arrived. I don’t think we’ll see much of a sunset this evening so we can enjoy the color from the flowers and butterflies instead. And, if it does look like sunset is worth watching, we can walk out to the dock from there to see it. Sunset is at 8:01 PM this evening.
Be good, be kind, be love. ♥♥♥
A few of the 10,000 reasons to be happy: 1,121) Mornings spent watching the sun rise over the trees and the young deer romping around on the front lawn. 1,122) Nature’s, and the body’s (any body), way of healing. 1,123) Learning something new, nearly every day. 1,124) The way that insights evolve, grow, go off in new directions. 1,125) Change. It’s inevitable. Might as well be happy about it.