The house was quiet last night and I slept like an infant . . . until the lightning and thunder woke me this morning. We watched the weather channel last night and we were not in any path for storms. We had rain until one this afternoon.
Yesterday I had gotten an old pair of shoes out and they were going to be the gardening shoes regardless of how much mud they would collect. I have a patch of perennials that need some TLC. The can of mosquito spray was parked right next to the shoes. The sun came out about two this afternoon and I was still going to check out the possibility of weeding. When I opened the back door and the humid steamy air hit me I could have cried. I thought thunderstorms were to break the hot air path . . . not.
Here we are at supper time and the outside air is at a nasty 92 degrees. Needless to say the shoes and spray are still parked where they were last night. I can perhaps take getting muddy as I do clean up quite nicely. I no doubt could do both mud and mosquitoes . . . but not the heat and humidity on top of the mosquitoes and mud. I am beyond doing that to myself.
Tomorrow is another day. So far the perennials are able to be seen above the extra foliage . . . I’ll just go with that for today and be thankful I don’t have to do any watering for the plants.