I was talking to my neighbor who lives behind me yesterday. We were talking about the heat and how much more we would endure before fall sets in and things cool off.
She had mentioned to me a few days ago about the heavy foilage on the trees. She said the Indians knew this meant a hard winter. As we spoke yesterday she mentioned it again. I remembered that a lady I worked with several years ago had told us that if you counted the fogs in August, you would know how many snows to expect that winter.
Well, guess what! The people on the news this morning said to watch out for fog this morning, and guess what else, this is August 1st. And as the old joke goes--baby, that's one. I'm anxious to see how many more there will be.
I also wondered if dove hunting season had started this morning. It sure sounded like someone was shooting at something off in the distance. Then I remembered seeing several stacks of shingles in my neighbors yard yesterday afternoon. The roofers have arrived and are getting as much done as possible before the heat really gets started. And if its the roofers I think it is, they will be done before noon.
I'm thankful it's Friday. It's been a busy week at work. No time much for reading my favorite blogs--sorry folks, I'll catch up tomorrow since it will be entirely too hot to go outside. I do try to keep up with Robbin over at Cedar Chest of Dreams . She's going through a lot these days, and needs the love and support of all her blog friends. Also Marge is dealing with the loss of her precious mother. She needs you good thoughts as well.
What do you predict your winter will be like this year? I know my blog friends are all over the US and maybe even some in other countries. I know predicting weather will be much more fun than predicting who our next president will be.
Have a fantastic Friday. Love one another.