I've said before that summer in the Deep South is like winter Up North. It's when you stay inside, hibernate, waiting for the terrible heat (or cold) to go away. You only go out if it's absolutely necessary, and then only if doing water (or snow) sports. Yeah.
We're hibernating. Temps have been in the high 90s, with nighttime lows just below 80, and the heat index most days between 105 - 110. The breezes off the water do help, but I'm not going outside to find out.
So I made peanut butter cookies, like any good hibernating housewife.
Adam finally conceded defeat and brought his boat work into the living room from the yard. He's making lazy jacks for his mast.
A little further I noticed this majestic sycamore tree.
This was a leisurely ride. I found myself needing to be outside, to breathe deeply and relax, to do nothing-absolutely-nothing so my mind/soul/heart/whatever could rest and unwind.
The anchorage is framed by mimosas too.
... and I read it near the dinghy dock.
I've been pondering that sycamore tree. What am I sloughing off lately? Why? Is it sometimes good to get rid of the old so that the new can grow?