I think somewhere there must be a rule, or at least a truism of some kind that humans need a few hours out of the day that are not sweltering, so that their inner thermostat can reset itself.
Not having had those cool hours for many days now, I feel like my core temperature is reaching dangerously high levels. This manifests in a certain lethargy and crabbiness that is less than attractive I must say.
Even the cat and dog are reaching their limit. Hamlet walked outside this morning hoping for a cool breeze and was met with the hot air factory blowing around some brown air from the hazy atmosphere. He took four steps out onto the patio, assessed the situation and flopped down on his side in disappointment, unable to take another step into the suffocating realm that is now our back yard.
I must say, that the tomatoes and melons and winter squash plants don't seem to mind as long as they get enough water every day to dunk an elephant in.
(Isn't 'in' a preposition? I think you just ended a sentence with one.)
Write your OWN blog, nitwit.
Though I have read and observed that tomatoes do not set fruit well in temperatures over 92 degrees. I think I can see the effects of that in one plant out there in particular. The blossoms just dry up and drop off. Poor things. But I do not intend to worry about it overmuch, because the tomato growing season is so long around here, that I'm sure we will get more blossoms and more set in weeks to come. Right now the Silvery Fir Tree tomatoes are performing the best. They set their fruit earlier than every one else. Good strategy. But being a determinant variety will do that for you.
Okay, well, this is all quite scintillating to read I am sure, but remember, my thermostat needs resetting and this is about as good as I can muster under these circumstances.
Oh yeah, to add insult to humidity, Hub Man who now works in San Francisco had to endure fog and a high of 80 (briefly) yesterday. I told him to ask the guys in the shop to rig him up a 'fog hook' and he could bring the cool weather home with him tonight. Let's wish him luck with that.
Not having had those cool hours for many days now, I feel like my core temperature is reaching dangerously high levels. This manifests in a certain lethargy and crabbiness that is less than attractive I must say.
Even the cat and dog are reaching their limit. Hamlet walked outside this morning hoping for a cool breeze and was met with the hot air factory blowing around some brown air from the hazy atmosphere. He took four steps out onto the patio, assessed the situation and flopped down on his side in disappointment, unable to take another step into the suffocating realm that is now our back yard.
I must say, that the tomatoes and melons and winter squash plants don't seem to mind as long as they get enough water every day to dunk an elephant in.
(Isn't 'in' a preposition? I think you just ended a sentence with one.)
Write your OWN blog, nitwit.
Though I have read and observed that tomatoes do not set fruit well in temperatures over 92 degrees. I think I can see the effects of that in one plant out there in particular. The blossoms just dry up and drop off. Poor things. But I do not intend to worry about it overmuch, because the tomato growing season is so long around here, that I'm sure we will get more blossoms and more set in weeks to come. Right now the Silvery Fir Tree tomatoes are performing the best. They set their fruit earlier than every one else. Good strategy. But being a determinant variety will do that for you.
Okay, well, this is all quite scintillating to read I am sure, but remember, my thermostat needs resetting and this is about as good as I can muster under these circumstances.
Oh yeah, to add insult to humidity, Hub Man who now works in San Francisco had to endure fog and a high of 80 (briefly) yesterday. I told him to ask the guys in the shop to rig him up a 'fog hook' and he could bring the cool weather home with him tonight. Let's wish him luck with that.