BLT

As the heat and humidity rise, my energy plummets......I long for cool mountain breezes and icy streams or even the hot dry heat of the desert.  The past couple of mornings as I walked, the moisture lay on my skin like the fog in the valley after a rain.   The air is heavy and as I walked through the woods, the smell of decaying leaves and trees hangs  in the air.  The humidity does that,  or at least I think it does, intensifies the smell of all things organic.

There are a few gardenia blossoms on the bush, and as I walked by this morning, the sweetness was almost

too much......the heat and dampness made the fragrance cloy and old.

The evenings are quite different, the heat becomes more oppressive, even the body feels heavier and the humid air drowns the lungs.  But this is when the lushness takes over, everything is green and vivid.  The summer flowers are blooming, and the tomatoes are abundant.  That's the trade off, the heat and humidity for fresh ripe

home grown tomatoes.  My favorite BLT......thick grainy whole wheat bread, fresh basil leaves, peppered bacon, tomato slices and mayo.......food for the gods.  I can eat them for breakfast, lunch or dinner.

My favorite PBS show, The Vicar is about to come on, so .......

Good night, Sweet dreams.