I went to the garden early this morning thinking I’d listen to the birds as I enjoyed my coffee.
August is always hot in Iowa with temperatures in the 90s and a week or so over 100. It’s the corn sweat that makes it unbearable.
Sunday mornings are my favorite time in my garden. The townspeople are sleeping or at church. There’s an unwritten code that no one mows the lawn or runs power equipment on Sunday morning.
I like that tradition.
The humidity was 72% early this morning!
I was sitting in soup!
I filled all the water dishes for the birds and bees and rushed back into the house. I lied. I could barely walk, so not sure why I said rushed.
Now it’s 92 degrees F, and the humidity is 65%.
I’m staying in the house.
I just found this cooler Sunday morning story.





