The Heat, Man. It Cometh.

Summer                                                             Under the Lily Moon

Paul Douglas, local weatherman, Republican and a critic of the climate change deniers has various locutions for our heat wave.  Today it was: Dubai (with lakes).  Also, Phoenix heat with Louisiana bayou humidity.

We’re like fish out of winter in the soupy steam that passes for our daytime air.

Meanwhile our vegetables soak it up, the leeks looking dark green, potato plants now leaping above the mounding (considerable) I did last week.  Tomato plants stand tall, some with fruit.  I’m going out now to harvest chard and beets.  Over this weekend I’ll plant beets, chard, collard greens and carrots.

The heat makes me much less interested in working outside unless I get it done early in the morning; a shift in time I’ve found in hot countries I’ve visited.  In Merida, for example, capitol of the Yucatan, the city park filled up with people by 5:30 am, most of whom had gone on  to something else by 9:30 or 10:00.

As humans have done since we left Africa (and there, too, for that matter), we will adapt to whatever change occurs.  We will have no choice.  Just how much change we have to endure remains a choice; though anyone familiar with the CO2 loading numbers, which steadily increase, will have a pessimistic attitude.