The Oxford Dictionary tells us that "dog days" are:
- the hottest period of the year (reckoned in antiquity from the heliacal rising of Sirius, the Dog Star)
- a period of inactivity or decline
It's felt hot here the past couple of days and apparently there's more heat to come. This morning I resorted to tacking up lengths of fabric across the windows (please don't ask why I might have lengths of fabric on hand) to block out the intense sunlight and keep the kitchen and sunroom a bit cooler. These makeshift "curtains" lend the place an urban hillbilly kind of charm, which is not too far off its usual shabby chic vibe. Really, I find this weather provides the perfect excuse to do not much of anything, except sit around in the shade, rescue a few vegetables from the overgrown garden, and wait for the coolness of evening to descend.
|our first sunflower to blossom thus far |
-image slightly altered for artistic purposes beyond my control-
Sometimes life's a bitch, and sometimes it's just doggone agreeable.
(more about how I met Harry the Dog in a future blog. Siriusly!)