The redbud is budding right now. Yesterday morning this tree was barely pink, and this morning, well, as you can see. Two days of 90 degree heat have acted like rocket fuel to push the greenery at a speed almost impossible to believe. Since I’ve seen it happen, I know it’s not impossible, but still. Boy, that was quick.
This hot spell is supposed to end when a storm passes later today, and I’ll be glad to see it end. I’m not ready for 90 degrees just yet (not that I ever really am ready for it), and I’m really not ready for it when I still had the heat on as recently as last Thursday. I still have sweaters in my dresser drawers, for heaven’s sake, and I have no idea where my shorts are at the moment.
Dog and Baby Dog are shedding so much that not only do I have a fur carpet, but I can’t believe they can have any hair left on their bodies. Baby Dog is not yet used to having the door open, and every sound she hears is cause for barking. A car a quarter of a mile away needs barked at. A dead branch falling from a tree 100 yards away needs barked at. The cabin is tight enough that during winter we can’t hear many outside noises. Now that the windows are open, and the screens down, lots of little and unimportant noises are heard again. Baby Dog has to bark at them all, even the blue jays scolding outside the door or the great-horned owl calling from further up the mountain early in the morning. Yelling at her doesn’t make her stop. The only way she stops barking is for me to go to the door, look outside and confirm that there’s nothing to worry about. Then she stops barking at that but soon, very soon, Something Else needs barked at.
I hope she gets over this before long or it’s going to be a very long summer.