“I’ve never seen tasseling before the first of July before…until this year.”–Dean Buhr, a farmer in Sumner, Iowa (Cedar Valley Business)
According to U.S.A Today, the big storms over the weekend caused power outages from the east coast to Illinois, and 2 million were still without power Monday. It has been very, very, very hot: over 100 degrees some days.
We’re not used to such temperatures.
Our own bad storm and power outage happened a few weeks ago: the wind (a gale?) cracked a huge limb off our tree in the back yard. KAPOW! No light, so we stumbled into the back yard with flashlights. The branch had fallen across our neighbors’ driveway and extended all the way to the street. The tree’s gaping wound has hastened its demise, say the tree guys. It was tall and beautiful, the leaves swishing constantly in the Midwestern winds, and I have spent many hours sitting under it.
We can plant other trees. A neighbor has planted a sycamore tree, and it has grown quickly. But this was our our special tree…
And it’s gone, just like that.
Our bicycling has also been affected by the heat. On a 22-mile trip this weekend (nothing: we usually go much farther), we went through three bottles of water. It’s not so bad if you go out in the morning, but we stayed for lunch at Uncommon Grounds in Indianola, a small college town, and by the time we left the sun was glaring white. There’s not a lot of shade on this trail, and that makes all the difference on these hot days.
READING POETRY is the best thing you can do in the heat. It takes your whole mind and you don’t feel the sweat. (We keep the air conditioning off in the daytime.) Today I lay around and read Anne Carson’s Antigonick, her interpretation of Antigone.
Then, before it got sweltering, I went out on my bike. A ride to the coffeehouse, where I read The Group, and then downhill to the library, where I found a copy of Miss Hargreaves in the science fiction section.
I’ve always meant to read that. But SF?
Only in the Midwest…You know what I mean.
“Falling Slowly.” We just watched the film, Once, and here is a video of “Falling Slowly,” by Glen Hansard and Marketa Irglova (the song won an Oscar)