Whew, it’s hot out there! We’ve had so many record-setting days this summer that I’ve lost count. Our garden, which is largely resting this year while we adjust to baby number five and patronize our local CSA, looks sad, sad, sad. The six tomato plants we did plant (we usually grow 40) are short and pathetic. But there are green tomatoes on them, so I have hope of doing a little canning. The orchard is suffering from high heat and neglect; the strawberry patches are dead and dry, as are the blueberry bushes, raspberry canes, and Asian pear trees. The pear trees have some life in them and will likely survive, but I don’t have a lot of hope for the rest of them. The chickens are still laying, but not as much, and we have a huge hawk problem this year (this deserves another post). But the heat! I’m incredibly thankful that our circa 1975 central air conditioning is working this year. Though our July electric bill is a doozy…
Silas (11 weeks old!) gave us a scare last week when he woke up at 4:30 a.m. Sunday with a temperature of 103.6. We ended up rushing him to the ER, being admitted, and subjecting him to all sorts of painful and scary tests (bloodwork, lumbar puncture, catheterization). We are blessed and thankful beyond words that he is alive and healthy today. While we will probably never know what he had, we know it was a nasty virus that caused something that resembled viral meningitis. I have only been that scared one other time – when Ellery, then 3 weeks old, had RSV.
Being a parent can be hard on the heart! But the rewards are so worth it.
Despite the insane heat, we have managed to find plenty of time to play outside. (Just not between the hours of 10 and 2.)