Another Sunday summer afternoon (soon to be over!!)
Here in the desert, everyone gets stir-crazy ’round this time of year. Truly, unless you’re doing something water-oriented, there are about four solid months when you just cannot take a step outdoors.
Each morning, I try for a few minutes (my goal is 30 minutes… it’s usually more like 5 or 10 before someone pops their head out the back door) of peace outside on the back patio — praying, reading Scripture, watching birds, hoping for a fresh breeze… From May through August, even at 7 a.m., it’s over 90°F, many times significantly warmer. It’s hot in the summer, but I encourage myself by thinking, “It’s going to be so much hotter in a just a few hours. Enjoy the warmth before it turns into unbearable heat.” Thus tricked into believing that 95° isn’t so bad, I stay outside.
We all simply long… Or, maybe it’s just me. *I* just long for the days to cool, so that we can spend time outdoors without it feeling like a blast furnace. I don’t like being cooped up indoors, and I don’t like my kids to be, either.
This was taken by my hubby, yesterday early evening, as I was trying to prepare dinner quickly. The best remedy to the constant interruptions proved to be taking the kids to the park. 🙂 They came back hot and sweaty, but at least it was do-able.
This morning, per the 7:00 regimen, I stepped outdoors. Then with a wee jolt, stepped back in. Then, out. Then, back in. Could it be?? Is the outside actually cooler than the inside?? (We keep the thermostat at 79°.)