| Writer’s Cramp By Edie Haggard We aren’t roasted yet, are we? Here
it is June 24, as I write this, and the hellish heat has abated a bit
and we didn’t die yesterday. Yesterday was just plain scary - intense
heat, the sun like a gong over your head, the humidity suffocating and
frightening and you just prayed for it to end. Maybe
you don’t believe in global warming, but I do! A combination of a
natural thousands of years cycle aided by our carbon emissions over
several decades. If you subscribe to National Geographic you have
seen pictures from various areas of the globe of huge, immovable
glaciers melting, Arctic ice floes melting at an alarming rate,
trapping polar bears on tiny ice floes where they can’t hunt their food
effectively, alpine rock exposed from melting snow and ice where it
never melted before. However, think about where
we live, in between the cold North, Kentucky and northward, and the
very steamy Deep South, which misses us by about 100 miles. My sister
lives in Vicksburg, which is as close to hell as you can get in the
summer. The sun on your skin feels like a blowtorch. I don’t know how
people there stand it. Thank God for air-conditioning. When
we were growing up in Whitehaven, south of Memphis, we had fans in
every room 24/7 but the heat was still suffocating in high summer. Eventually we got a couple of hefty window air-conditioners and we thanked Daddy and God every day for them. We
have escaped the ravaging storms that tore through DeSoto County and
gave us a few minutes of 70 mph winds but no real damage. To
get to the point, if you are deeply watering your shrubs and flowers
every few days, you are avoiding being roasted. I think we are still in
a little weather trough that protects us from prolonged heat or
devastating winds. From my print to God’s ears! My
Endless Summer hydrangea which I have cussed over the last four years
because it just sat there, has finally jumped up and put up new growth,
many bloom heads and seems headed toward hydrangea Grand Prix. I
sprinkled long term fertilizer around it this spring, as I have the
last several years, and it finally sat up and took notice. The grass
loves it, too! The grass is headed for a quick death! I
bought some smaller type Knock Out roses a couple of weeks ago, set
them out, propped up weak stems, watered, prayed. By gum, in these
couple of weeks they are now covered in blooms, stems are strong and
they smell lovely. The three gauras, one pink,
two white, are thriving despite the armadillos digging around them here
and there. Cosmos seed I threw onto some dug-up soil when I planted an
azalea have jumped up and I think they are going to make it. From
what I was told, you cannot do anything wrong with cosmos seed.
Scratch up the soil, throw the seed down, scatter some dry grass
clippings or light mulch over them, water a few times, and there they
are! As a side note on armadillos, a man I talked
to in Wal-Mart told me his big dog catches armadillos by the tail and
drags them around the yard while his puppy snaps at the snout. A
deserved punishment! The three delphinium I took
a chance on are hanging on by a thread. Have kept them watered with
the other plants in this sorry flower bed but they are drooping their
hefty leaves to their sides protectively. Have blooms on two and am
talking to the third big-time so it will put up bloom stalks. It’s a Pacific Northwest plant and can’t tolerate hot, humid nights but I’m trying anyway. Let’s
be thankful that we are in the hill country where we do get some
breezes and not in the Delta lands like south Whitehaven (where I grew
up), Southaven, Tunica and Olive Branch where you get hot days and no
breeze. If you fire up your grill in this weather, you will probably get roasted. Just cook those ribs in the oven and stay in the A/C.
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