Hot and Foggy

Have you ever seen clouds on the ground?

I have.  But nothing like how it was last night, as my mom drove me home from Whisper's house.  It was as if we were looking down at clouds from an airplane, except we were on the ground.  The dewy hayfields had become misty seas.  The lake was amazingly clear before it faded into a wall of fog.  

I wished I could have gotten a picture, but the camera wasn't cooperating.  Maybe it had heatstroke.

taken a couple weeks ago, on a cool morning.  how i loved it!

It is so humid here that every morning we can't see out of our windows because of the moisture on them.

Not even rain gives relief.  My cheers at the brief shower yesterday didn't last long - it just made things steamier.  Like the Amazon rainforest.

I was weeding the garden in the shade and came in dripping.  From sweat.

It's too hot to ride.

Too hot to play badminton with my brother.

Too hot to walk the dog.

Oh, how I long for a good thundery storm.

photo by someone else in my large family

Or some homemade strawberry pie...

unedited!

Or an adventure that doesn't involve any type of annoying, winged bug.

Then again, maybe I'll be content to curl up inside with the air conditioning and my computer.  And a pile of books.  Later, maybe I'll douse myself with the hose and go over to give the horses the same treatment.  

my new look for book trapper! check it out!

On another note, I turn sixteen in seven days! Hurrah! I'm praying that God will give me a special birthday wish and make it less than eighty degrees.  With faith, you can move mountains! (And the mercury in thermometers.)

How's your weather? I envy those of you who get dry heat instead of wet heat.  I've never experienced dry heat - ever!

Love,

Ellyn