A Dry Heat

You know where else you'll find a dry heat?  An oven.

You know where else you’ll find a dry heat? An oven.

It’s midweek for you, mid-minivacation for me… but regardless of how you perceive our seven day week, it’s definitely time for another Photo Story Prompt inspired by Marilyn from the Serendipity blog!  I found a few interesting things while scavenging through my photo archives, but after the very rainy start to summer we’ve had for the past couple weeks, here’s the picture that struck me to pontificate about today…

From the files of Better Homes and Gardens.

From the files of Better Homes and Gardens.

As I attempted to mow my yard yesterday, having the blade stop spinning every two minutes because it had once again gotten clogged up with tall, soaking wet grass… I thought back with pleasant memories to three summers ago and how I wouldn’t have even been outside doing this stupid ass homeowner’s duty.  The summer of 2012 was bone dry in my neck of the Midwest.  From Memorial Day through August, it maybe rained twice… and only one good soaking rain for sure.  According to that creepy information that your camera encodes in each picture you take, I took this photo on July 23, 2012.  After two months of shaking and baking, this is what my backyard looked like.  And you could tell who the thoughtless people who believed their lawns deserved a drink more than their neighbors were, because if their grass didn’t also look like this, they were quite obviously Dusty Bottomsing the rest of us.

Of course, all of those clear, rainless days came at a price…

No, my wall isn't really melting.  But it could have...

No, my wall isn’t really melting. But it could have…

From late June through mid August, temperatures reached triple digits (Fahrenheit, not Celsius… that would just be crazy) almost daily.  That kind of oppressive heat is typical of desert locales like Arizona, Las Vegas and Mercury… but not so much St. Louis.  The problem with many weather patterns is that once they get set in, they can be extremely stubborn to move out because the conditions they create tend to be self-perpetuating.   It’s very hard for precipitation and sun-blocking clouds to form in a very dry atmosphere, which is why dry spells often turn into droughts.  Such was our fate three years ago.

The harvest of 1934 2012.

The harvest of 1934 2012.

But for a summer without lawnmowing…. I’ll take it again.  Maybe…

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Bored former 30-something who has nothing better to do with his life than draw cartoon squirrels.
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14 Responses to A Dry Heat

  1. we have the other extreme… we can quasi start to mowe our lawn again after we finished this boring work. all that grass grows like weed literally (but not smokeable)…but I have the same smell of gas in my hair as if I would drive a Harley… :o)

  2. We’ve been in a drought state for almost five years, but apparently — this year — the drought is OVER and we have … yes, you guessed it … mud. In the house, it translate to grit everywhere. Outside, it makes mowing and cleaning up impossible. And boy, it smells bad out there, too. Only the dogs can stand it. Not me. I’m in here safely behind air conditioning! Wow. It’s always something, eh?

  3. Trisha says:

    That must have been one long, miserable summer, even with the positive of no lawn mowing. It’s also the kind of summer that we’re supposed to have here, which is unheard of here in the Seattle area. We probably won’t hit triple digits but, to us, anything over 90 may as well be a 100. We’re just not used to it. I have to admit I’m freaking out a bit. Knowing you survived the great heat wave of 2012 helps a bit!

    • We are used to humid summers, so when it gets up to 100, it’s usually unbearably thick and uncomfortable outside. 100+ with almost no humidity is no picnic, but it’s much easier to get used to… which after 6+ weeks of the weather, you eventually do. My old AC somehow made it through the summer only breaking down once. Yes, for 24 hours, on a 108 degree day, I had to do without AC (At least I spent that evening at the ballgame… OK, it was hot there too!)

  4. Ally Bean says:

    Not a fan of being hot. Not a fan of mowing grass. I feel for ‘ya brother. Hang in there, fall will be here soon enough and you’ll be able to complain about raking leaves. 😉

    • LOL! As my squirrel pictures will attest to, I do not stoop to raking leaves. The city, so far as I know, does not fine homeowners for that…. yet. The leaves from last year that don’t blow away during the winter eventually get mulched away next grass cutting season… except for the humongous pile that’s collected on the side of my house since 2009. I have the world’s biggest year round leafpile!

      • Ally Bean says:

        You continue to amaze! The world’s biggest year-round leaf pile, huh? I suppose that it’s kind of like a squirrel amusement park, guaranteed to allow you easy photo ops of your favorite little critters. 😉

      • If I only had a window on that side of the house, I could probably get all kinds of fun pictures! As it is, I don’t have a good vantage point of it where I could stand without spooking them. I will have to get a photo of my leafpile sometime…

  5. Mental Mama says:

    We’ve been wet more often than not here so far. Nothing quite as wonderful as that high heat and high humidity.

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