Our grass gets crispy (and I can occasionally be caught in shorts)
The last of the garden plants wilt daily, only to revive over night a little less green, and a little more crispy
The only way to get a little quality time outside is to get in the kiddie pool
Bathing suits become optional
Iced tea becomes mandatory
The only clouds in the sky provide neither shade nor rain
The sippy-cup joins us everywhere
We never wear shoes
We even let our dog inside to escape these 'dog days'
When it gets hot, we hibernate the way people up north do in the dead of winter. We venture outside only in the shaded dawn and dusk, we huddle in our cooled, closed-up spaces through the days, and we pine for the clouds to do more than just tease us as they melt away like piles of ice cream in our super-heated atmosphere. Oh, November, we can't wait for you to get here.