The Heat is Here

According to our dear leader, we have “a memorandum of understanding” about the war, I mean little excursion, in Iran. Details TBD. Please let that mean our people are coming home.

Here we are sweltering. For some reason, I’m still getting heat alerts for Miami-Dade, but all good since they remind me to take care. I’ve started mixing electrolytes in my water, (leftover trial packets from races last year) which even half strength still tastes terrible. One was chocolate which was a disgusting surprise. The print is very small on those packets! I’m also cut back on my work time. Slower progress but seems necessary. My eyes get blurry if I do too much.

Last week was National Garden Week, as proclaimed by the National Garden Clubs. Always the first full week in June, obviously a northern idea. Van, 2 VP of Bloom and Grow, organized tours at 4 of our club gardens and 1 private home. Grant and I went to 4. Danged hot, even in the shade.

Tuesday morning, we rescued the young red shouldered hawk that a worker next door said had been hopping around their back yard catching lizards. He described it as an injured small bird. Not small, definitely injured, and very uninterested in being caught. Since it couldn’t fly, Grant managed to throw an old sheet over it, I covered that with a huge box, and with the help of a woman walking by, the 3 of us managed to slide another box, flattened, under bird, sheet, and top box. We tied the whole mess together and loaded it into our truck. Off to the Audubon Center for Birds of Prey in Maitland. 

I was filling out paperwork so I missed the young worker deftly swooping the bird out of the box. No gloves, just knowledge. Crossing my fingers his wing can heal, and it can be released into the wild of Windermere. 


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