It promises to be yet another scorcher of a day today. Yesterday a number of records for high temperatures in British Columbia have been surpassed. It is odd that as little as a week ago the temperatures were so chilly that Rumpole insisted on turning on the heat for a couple of evenings. Water conservation rules have been put into effect, and there has been discussion about water metering being instituted. This is timely as many people here in suburbia insist on washing their driveways and hard landscaping, which to me is a phenomenal waste of water.
I toddled next door to Looking for Beauty’s yard and watered her many plants in pots she is to transplant to her new garden as soon as she moves out here. Wore a long-sleeved shirt, floppy hat and sunglasses for the traverse across her tarmac to her back yard gate, and the paving was so hot that surely it could have fried an omlette.
I had got up yesterday morning after a poor night’s sleep, coughing and hacking, my head stuffed with cotton wool, nose red and running and feeling very chilled. It is weird to be going out and about on such a blasting hot day and feeling chilled. It just seems that just after getting over another eye infection that necessitated two visits a week with my doctor, that this dratted cold got me. Am I whining? You bet! Summer colds are not much fun.
It is Glasgow Girl’s birthday on Saturday, so it is unlikely that I will get a visit in with her, Renaisssance Man and Mousey. If Rumpole doesn’t come down with this cold also, he can go and celebrate, whilst I languish here in my nightgown. Well, what the heck! It wouldn’t be doing the young ones any favours to infect them too.
The one good thing about this hot weather – the lawns are not growing fast, which means that the weekend will not be noisy with the sounds of lawnmowers, weed-eaters and leaf-blowers – so blessed silence will reign!
The neighbours across the street have spent the past two weeks constructing a skookum tree-fort for their growing little people. Soon there will be the sounds of chatter from the young residents of the tree-fort, which is always amusing as kids discussions can be quite entertaining, and eavesdropping on them is one of my favourite summer past-times. The twins have moved from next door, and our complement of children has dwindled. Last summer they kept me in stitches playing at being CIA (in Canada) and arguing about who was to be head honcho. They spied on the neighbours and made a running commentary on their activities, suspicious and otherwise. The girl twin always got to be the underdog who noted on paper the movements of the people they were spying on, and her complaining was really quite eloquent, but usually to no avail. The boy twin scanned the neighbourhood with his mother’s bird-watching binoculars, making terse commentary which he expected his sister to note down carefully. I sure will miss these two, they were most amusing to hear chattering in the background.
Off to make some lemonade from tap-water – and thank God we have plenty of potable water from taps here. I have already resuscitated my wilting hydrangaea, and hope to resuscitate my dry throat with some cool lemonade.
I realize that south of us in the Western States there have been horrendous hot spells, not to be compared with this minor one of ours. However, it is really odd to be experiencing such a heat wave here. What can this augur?