It has been deliciously hot here. Hot hot, unlike what I can usually expect. Part of me wonders if climate change is turning my wet and cool place into a warmer drier place. I would like that, though my neighbors would not. And further, the reason it is so green at my place all year long is because of the weather. In any case, I will be lamenting the cold rain soon enough, so today I chose to enjoy the blazing sun.
Yesterday it rose to 109 degrees Fahrenheit (43 C). In the morning Pedro and I took a frisbee to the trees beyond the pond, hoping to play in the shade. We noticed the pump was no longer pushing water into the pond. If I don’t add water, the pond evaporates and percolates and the level drops very low in the summertime. My pipe refills it, cools it, and aerates. Since it was early yet and forecast to be a scorcher, we thought the fish and frogs would appreciate it if we fixed the pump first. We ended up working on it all day long, as the mercury rose and the sweat poured from us. We thought we had it working around 5:30 pm, and took plastic chairs that we plopped into a deeper pool in the shallow creek, and sat up to our waists in water while we ate dinner and drank beer. Periwinkles and crawdads investigated our toes. On our way back to the house, we noticed the water had stopped falling into the pond once more. Argh. We let it be for the time. When it grew darker and cooler, we had a small fire in a stone-lined pit (the only way a fire is allowed right now in the summertime), and roasted marshmallows and stuffed ourselves with s’mores. He left very early this morning to go home, because he has a job and it is Monday.
After my coffee, I knew I had work to do. We had tried a million things yesterday and had nearly all the bugs out of the pump. Not literally bugs. But at one point we did open up the canister and found rocks blocking the turbine! Our best guess was that all I had left to do this morning was simply a better job at connecting the pipe and sealing it against leaks. This turned out to be true! The splashing water into the pond eased my mind and I sent a photo to Pedro so he could enjoy it too. The success today relied entirely on our hard work yesterday.
An hour later I went back down the hill to the pond to check that the water was still falling. It was. I brought my camera with me and stalked pond creatures for at least an hour.
And what about the dragons, you ask? Even at a pond, there be dragons.
Today the forecast is 108 degrees (42 C), but tomorrow, finally, it will be 86 F (30 C), and even better, with it comes an overnight low of 63 F (17 C). Since this is not a region where it gets very hot (other than this weekend’s record-breaking temps), many of us do not have air conditioning. I rely on the open-up-all-the-windows-in-the-house-overnight method. But for that to work, it has to actually get cool at night! My regrets to my friends who suffer in the heat. As I recently said to my readers when I published the latest Cherokee newsletter: if you are melting and miserable, call me and I will talk about something happy to cheer you up because this is the weather in which I thrive. 🙂