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The Whitehurst Diaries: Dog Days, August 2017 'Greek and Roman astronomers reviewing the notes of their predecessors, added their own observations of August weather, linking excessive heat, drought, or violent thunderstorms to all manner of ills--lethargy, fever, human passions run amok, maddened dogs . . . Willis makes his rounds early each morning, keeping to the graveled circuit of the dooryard or clambering onto the retaining wall at the front of the house where he can keep tabs on our comings and goings.' Click on headline for complete diary entry with photo(s) By Sharon Whitehurst I have never noted the presence of Sirius, the Dog Star, the harbinger of sunrise during the hot days of waning summer. Our farmhouse, situated at the end of a winding gravel lane, is tucked into a narrow valley between steep ridges. Oak, maple and ash crowd the slopes, blocking the earliest view of morning sun. Mist hovers above Spruce Pine Creek and drifts across a neighbor's field, shredding and dissolving as it reaches the comparatively open spaces surrounding the lower house and barn at the bottom of the lane. The 'dog days' have been identified from antiquity as a 'period of stagnation or inactivity' arriving yearly to stifle inhabitants of the Northern Hemisphere. This summer has spared us the usual weeks of heavy heat and turgid humidity that can begin in late May and linger into September. Fresh July mornings drew us to our south-facing porch to welcome the day, admiring the hummingbirds who dart and swoop around the feeders, enjoying the company of the outdoor cats as they [ignoring the birds] pounce on grasshoppers or poke cautiously at the bees whirring through clumps of lavender. Cool dusky evenings found me again in one of our new Amish-made rocking chairs, book in hand, tea beside me on the table--and often with a sweater around my shoulders. We have chuckled over the necessity of turning down the A/C and bundling an old comforter onto the bed--in July! Country folks are in tune with the seasons, and as day followed clear and sunny mid-summer day, we often heard the pessimistic warning, 'We'll pay yet for this weather! Inevitably, August has reverted to form. The needle on the thermometer moved into the 90's F. The air has felt weighted with moisture released in mid-morning torrents or gentler nocturnal rainfalls. Tomato and pepper plants, heavy with ripening fruit, have sprawled onto the drenched soil of the garden. The perennial borders, so carefully tended in the milder weather of spring, are now choked with weeds. It is too hot to crawl about digging and twitching at what seems to be an endless proliferation of unwanted greenery. Still, in the untidy shade of the over-arching oaks, deep pink Spanish foxglove and a white variety have bloomed. Butterflies enjoy the leaning spires of phlox and cleome. The scent of Joe Pye weed and goldenrod mingles with the smell of rain-pummeled garden soil and damp grass. Jim picks tomatoes daily, delivering them to the kitchen by the basketful. I sort them onto the newspaper covered shelves in the washroom, bringing the ripe ones in to be canned, trying to cull out those that are collapsing into vile smelling lumps. The last chore of the evening is swabbing the sections of kitchen floor and counters that have been spattered with tomato juice and scalding water. The cats who have house privileges scoot out when the rain stops, then hurl themselves, bedraggled and wet-pawed, at the door when a new deluge begins. Willis makes his rounds early each morning, keeping to the graveled circuit of the dooryard or clambering onto the retaining wall at the front of the house where he can keep tabs on our comings and goings. His patrol finished, he retreats to an old folding chair on the side porch. When approached he stretches, opens a baleful eye, and with a yawn, resettles himself to sleep through the heat of the day. Jim and I, though exchanging mild complaints re the heat and humidity, have not succumbed to lethargy or weather induced madness. I will admit to sleeping poorly, to feeling beset by inconsequential irritations and the need to keep a firm rein on my temper; still, I tackle a number of interesting projects when not hovering over the tomato harvest. Jim concedes no such moody fluctuations, but I note that he abandons his shop work mid-afternoon in favor of a cool shower, clean shirt and iced tea, followed by a rest in his leather recliner. We are a cossetted generation: ceiling fans, portable fans, A/C units with remote controls; we do our errands and outings in vehicles with temperature selections for both driver and passenger, shop in air-conditioned stores. If, in spite of these domestic niceties, we are reprimanded for being 'tetchy' or unreasonable, dull-witted or [heaven forbid!] lethargic--we can point out that we are behaving as untold generations have done while wallowing through the dog days of another August. - Sharon Whitehurst This story was posted on 2017-08-20 20:46:51
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