The hot n humids drape like a soggy blanket over New England and beyond, inviting bouts of rain, thunderstorms and even a bit of a tornado a little north of me. Forecasts only promise more of the same with temperatures rising. I've resisted the AC so far (it doubles the electric bill) but looks like temperatures will now trump the electric bill. Before the rain set in, I'd been spinning in the morning cool and quiet out on the deck. I finished probably almost 2 ounces that I had stripped and pre-drafted so long ago I don't remember when. I have another 2+ ounces in slightly compacted roving to spin. I should strip and pre-draft that + ounce, then start a new bobbin with the rest of the roving unstripped for longer color run. That's the plan and it's been the plan for a week now. Haven't wanted to handle wool over the last several days. Funny. I'll go to the barn and muck a stall and work my horse in the heat (mindful of the mare's comfort and safety, giving her a cooling rinse and some hand grazing after), or head out to the rabbitry to hand out cool carrot chunks and generally check out the hot cross buns, all of which makes me sweat and itch, but I will not handle wool. I've given up trying to keep my feet dry. If the grass and rain don't soak my feet, water spilled all over the kitchen during dog play does. My tomato plants are growing like crazy. I gave them some bunny poop to snack on during all this rain and they are happy with that. But if the humids don't end, the maters are likely to get blight. And unless I get some fencing up, deer are likely to eat the maters before I can. With dogs again in the yard, the deer had stopped coming (no deer poop in the yard no matter how diligently the dogs search). But one brazen thing came right up next to the deck to stare at me in the house early yesterday. We chased her off, but I'm not too hopeful about the future of my maters. Dogs and I also managed to convince the groundhog to leave it's den under the shed near the house, but it only relocated to the forsythia hedge way out back and ate my cucumber plants. This morning it was munching weeds (have at it!) but I'm finding burrows in the lawn now. I dreamed of netting across the lawn springing up to tangle groundhog but then pictured me holding the netting closed with a raging rodent inside, and I thought, yeah, right. Trap time, I guess.
Dabbling as I do in this and that is a gift for which I am grateful. It is at times idyllic, often pastoral plunked incongruously in the middle of suburbia, but brings it's share of not so nice. I try not to dwell on those times, and find great solace in the daily putter.