My mother was a huge fan of mystery novels – police procedurals to be precise. Most of her favourite authors were from the UK, but at one point she stopped reading them. The reason? “It’s always foggy and raining in England.” She couldn’t take it anymore. 🙂
She would not be enjoying our weather this summer. The only breaks we’ve had from fog and humidity have been a few days with really high temperatures – and humidity.
I wanted to mow the lawn before things got wild (see below). I’m actually way overdue for that chore, but it was really hot and miserable yesterday. I thought I’d wait and then Fred arrived with his showers – so maybe I’ll get it done tomorrow.
At the risk of annoying Ahuva, I had to take photos this morning in warm, damp, fog. It’s not my fault – I can only show you what’s in front of the camera. Today’s weather includes some rain thanks to the remnants of Hurricane Fred.
It’s possible that things could get more dramatic in a couple of days. We’re planning for the possibility that Henri will decide to visit us sometime between early Sunday and Tuesday. He may or may not become a hurricane but a storm is a storm. The forecast will change multiple times between now and then – right now on my Hurricane App 2 of the 5 tracks have him hitting us directly. I’m assured that “It never happens. Well except for a few years ago.” That’s comforting but I’ll charge my chargers anyway. 🙂
If you don’t hear from me on Monday it’ll be because the power went out. Don’t infer disaster from that – the power goes out when somebody looks at the cable sideways. We’ll be fine.
Oh, one other thing about visitors today. A friend came for coffee (at 6:00 am, grumble), opened the back door and yelled for me to “get the gun”!
When I moved here I thought that East Coast slugs were cute – I mean they’re less than half the size of the banana slugs on the West Coast. They’re loving the weather so much this year that they’re growing to almost 5 inches.
A few were on my back porch and they freaked out my friend. “I’m 56 years old and I’ve never seen a slug that big on this Island”. Pfffft – they’re wusses out here. 🙂