The overnight “low” was 23 degrees making sleep a fitful occupation. With the coming dawn, the chatter of magpies and the cooing of doves, and no chance of cooling the house further, it was time to close up the house. And as I was up, I decided to go for my walk early too.
As I rounded the corner at the end of our street and headed east, the sun was a vast, dark golden globe on the horizon. Walking in long shadows, I could feel the cool oases where gardens grow trees and shrubs near the footpath. It was almost as if the trees and shrubs had absorbed the previous day’s heat and converted it to cool air. Where less plants were prevalent, the heat was already rising.
A flash of green at shoulder height that caught my eye was a lorikeet, and I followed its flight to a nearby bottle brush.
There weren’t many people out and about, but plenty of birds were up early getting their breakfasts before finding shelter for the day. My other companions were lots of butterflies that seemed to come from nowhere during many parts of my walk, choosing to dance along with me for a while before flitting off on their own adventures.
Hot, but happily filled with the wonder of Mother Nature, I arrived home, watered the garden, filled up the bird bath, then watered myself!
Today is the perfect day for washing and hanging out our winter blankets; the second one is in the washing machine as I write this. I shall brave the heat and get them on the line to dry in our expected 40 degree, hot north wind day, then hunker down under the fan.
Those in the know are warning of fire danger; I hope everyone remains safe and cool.
If you can,
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