It ain’t the heat, it’s the humility.
Yogi Berra
“Walking the streets of Charleston anywhere in the south in the late afternoons of August was like walking through gauze or inhaling damaged silk.”
― Pat Conroy (amended by lil ol me)
(buckeye butterfly / Julie Cook / 2015)
(silvery checkerspot butterfly / Julie Cook / 2015)
Yesterday the calendar turned from July to August—I don’t think anyone or anything paid much attention to the changing of the months as the surrounding world remained mostly consistent. . .
as in the temperature was in the mid 90’s yesterday and remains mid 90’s today.
Nothing like consistency. . .
Did I mention it’s hot and it’s humid?
I know I can hear you now. . . it is August you know. . .and you do live in the South, sooooo, isn’t it suppose to be hot and humid?
Well I suppose that’s true, but nothing says I have to like it.
Did I mention it’s dry. . .as in no rain plus no rain in sight. . .
not even a passing thunderstorm!
It’s the kind of hot that makes breathing a chore.
Moving is a chore.
Wearing clothes is a chore because it takes effort peeling them off sticky bodies. . .
Sweat is the new look.
It’s always been said that woman in the South don’t sweat. . .we glisten.
Well I’m here to tell you that we certainly do sweat—
we sweat like pigs and certainly by the bucket load. . .a most genteel imagery I know.
Everything in the yard is swiveling up, drying up and dying off.
I noticed some of the stores this week were actually getting Christmas items in. . .
Are you freaking kidding me???
School is just about to start. . .never mind it’s nowhere near Fall, Labor day or September—you know, when school is actually suppose to start. . . but I digress. . . and Hobby Lobby is thinking Christmas.
Maybe it’s psychological—if I see Christmas decorations perhaps my core body temperature is suppose to drop. . .hummmmm. . . .
The only living things that were out and about today, besides me working in the yard like an idiot, with any sort of enthusiasm or vigor, were the butterflies.
They may look fragile, airy and light, but anything that can zip about in this heat and actually seem to be enjoying themselves is certainly made of tougher stuff than I am. . .
Now I hope you will enjoy these couple of shots of those who relish the heat. . .
please disregard any sort of sweat drops as I go find a nice frozen popsicle to put on my head. . .
(silvery checkerspot butterfly / Julie Cook / 2015)
(silvery checkerspot butterfly / Julie Cook / 2015)
(pearl crescent butterfly / Julie Cook / 2015)
(pearl crescent butterfly / Julie Cook / 2015)
(A male and female Spicebrush swallowtail play tag (let’s not go into details) / Julie Cook / 2015)
(Spicebrush swallowtail / Julie Cook / 2015)
Beautiful images Julie!!!
Thanks Switters
Don’t you wish you had wings like these beautiful butterfly’s so you could fly off to cooler temps? Praying you will find some shade under our Father’s wings today! ~ Blessings ~
The joy is knowing that I do live in a place that experiences seasons and that we will eventually have a change 🙂 blessings and hugs to you
Pleasantly and unseasonably cool in the UK Julie! At least the garden is green.
Gregory leaves this morning for a fishing trip to Alaska for the week—at least one of us will experience cooler temps 😉
Hopefully Gregory will have a successful week and bring some good Alaska salmon home with him.
Oh, I love Deborah’s comment. Yes I’d love to have wings like these butterflies so I could fly to cooler haunts even for a little while. What a great description of August in the south as well as August in Texas except that we’ve been in the 100’s and will continue to be in the hundreds for days and days and days and days ad nauseum. Beautiful photos, my friend. Keep your eyes focused on your upcoming trip to Ireland. It will definitely NOT be hot there. Hugs, N 🙂 ❤
yep, I think about you every day I’m outside realizing that Texas knows heat—cool thoughts to you—hot lil cookie
Hey, lil cookie, I saw in a comment that your hubby is going fishing in Alaska for a week. Does that mean you are holding down the fort at the store? 🙂
Brenton is the man this week while dad’s away : ) —my aunt flew in today to help me with dad but yes, holding down the fort for good or bad 🙂
Did I mention I’m tired 🙂
Oh, good, I’m so glad Brenton is holding the fort down. Hey, you’ve got to be beyond tired by now. Maybe when you go to Ireland you can get at least a little rest away from the stressful madness. I hope so. 🙂
oh, and did I mention the jury notice summons—I’ll email you about that. . .
Oh, my, that’s all you need. Why do they always send those at the worst possible time??? One year I got called the next the last week of school when I was trying to get my students ready for their finals. Did they care? Oh heck no! As it turned out, I only had to be there one day. 🙂