Today is the solstice and tomorrow is supposedly the longest day of the year, two days I have been looking forward to for months and will likely be looking forward to come next December. Low and behold the weather has cooperated. Skies are currently clear and sunny. You could even call the current temperature “warmish” something I have not been able to do for over a week now. We’ve had torrents of rain nearly everyday recently and the temperatures have dipped so low that I’ve been forced to pull out sweaters I thought I had seen the last of until September. This turn in the weather has left me very worried and anxious about the kind of summer ahead, so the return of the sun has lifted my mood substantially this morning, even if the forecast is calling for 40% chance of showers.
I shake my fists in your general direction Environment Canada!
While I am known to complain, “This flower is wilting” once or twice or thousands of times when the temperature and humidity rises above a comfortable level, I really depend on the intensity of summer to make me feel even marginally positive about the future coming of winter. I want to sweat like a pig and really suffer from the heat so that when I look into my future through the haze of high smog days and the salty, stinging sweat burning my eyes, a future engulfed in snow and ice almost looks good. What I do not want to experience is a repeat of that grey, cold, and rainy summer a few years back. All of the sun-loving plants like tomatoes and peppers under-produced and the basil rotted on the spot.
Now, THAT would quite possibly be the worst thing to happen in America.
But so far only I am complaining. The plants have been loving the constant stream of showers. Everything is lush and beautiful — you can practically sit and watch the mint and tomatoes grow an inch. I already have a first hot pepper developing on the ‘Chinese Five Color’ plant, a personal record I am sure. And when I think about all the time and water I have saved over the last week I realize I should just shut up and enjoy it before the inevitable drought and crippling heat arrives and I find myself whining about the endless buckets of sloshing water and my horrible humidity hair.
I found this crop of flowers growing behind a Golden Gate Park service building in San Francisco.
This is the entrance to the garden to which I am a member. I took this photo three days ago when the roses that encase the entry way were in full bloom.