Arf! Arf! Arf! It’s that time of year in the Big Bend … just way earlier than normal. Temps don’t usually hit up close and personal with 100 degrees until at least mid-August, but we’ve had them for nearly a month with no sign of waning.
Couple that with the zany full moon last Thursday night, and a concurrently splendid meteor shower that held me enthralled for half an hour or so near midnight, and my internal weather sensors went all wacky!
I can’t think of the Dog Days of Summer without thinking of some of the old platitudes … How hot was it? It was so hot you could fry an egg on the sidewalk. And so on, and so on. I hunted down a few bon mots…
What does a bee do when it’s hot? Takes off his yellow jacket.
How hot is it in Florida? So hot I saw a fire hydrant chasing a pack of dogs!
How hot is it here? So hot the trees are whistling for dogs!
What are the two seasons in Florida? Hot and hotter.
What do you need to visit Death Valley, Arizona? Dental records.
How hot is it? So hot … the cows are giving evaporated milk. …the chickens are laying hard-boiled eggs. …hot water comes out of both taps. …you burn your hand opening the car door. …you can make instant sun tea.
What happens when it rains cats and dogs? You have to be careful not to step on a poodle.
Thankfully, our typical summer afternoons usually end with showers, mild to stormy, which cool things down quite a bit, making the thought of cooking dinner more palatable!