Jan 11 2010
“Remember that day in August? At the sheep herding clinic when we were so hot and sweaty that we wouldn’t leave the shade? Remember what I said? We should think back to this day when we’re freezing in the winter.“
We’re walking the dog on the drive and Martin is trying to coax me back to sweaty, humid, sun-soaked days. But I can’t imagine simpering August temperatures when I’m being scalded by the frigid wind. When my fingers are cracked and split and the cold soaks into my bones. I’m too busy cursing the dog who needs to be walked, and the horses who need to be fed. Too busy wallowing in misery to conjure up thoughts of oppressive humidity and whirling air conditioners.
But eventually we’ll get to that day. And when it comes we’ll have a new porch to escape the heat. The porch project, which I blogged about a few months ago, was finished in the fall. But it’s impossible to celebrate its completion when I’m hovering over a space heater.
This summer we’ll appreciate it.