It is the end of May. At this time of year in my part of the world, outside air temperatures should be in the low to mid seventies Fahrenheit. For the last several days we have been in the low to mid nineties. It is hot. Attributable to climate change, no doubt, but that doesn’t help how it feels. We have actually been blessed with low humidity during this period which has made it more bearable, but still. A couple days ago I turned on the air conditioning because I was going to be gone for four to five hours and my dog, Sophie, who is half Malamute, half Husky, suffers from the heat. I set it for seventy four degrees and came back several hours later to find it was eighty degrees in the house. The air didn’t work. With that comes the possibility of spending a lot of money getting the unit fixed or replaced. Although, if the temperature goes back to normal, I can get by without it.

At the end of April I bought a small greenhouse. I have it set up in my back yard and have been growing herbs and tomato’s so far. I’ve actually started a new blog to document my adventures called, conveniently enough, Greenhouse Adventure. You can find it by typing “Greenhouse Adventure.com” into the search bar on your computer. It’s only just begun so don’t expect a lot just yet.

As some of you may know, my wife died of cancer last July. It’s been a rough period for me but I seem to be coming out of it slowly. I want to do more writing, but I just haven’t felt up to it for quite some time. I think now I’m turning a corner, as it’s said, And you may be able to expect to hear from me more often. I hope so. Thanks for the help and support I’ve received during this time. It means a lot. See you soon!



Trapped in our houses, we can’t get out.
The air so hot, it’ll turn you about.

Sun beating down, relentless with heat.
No point in cooking, can’t even eat.

Sitting in stillness shimmering with sweat.
The weather forecast; no relief as yet.

Dog so hot she lies in a puddle.
The wife so hot, too hot to cuddle.

Any movement you make, you’re dripping with sweat.
Any thought that you think, a brain ache you’ll get.

The windows are covered with condensation.
Voices are stilled, no conversation.

Weather man says, “It’s going to rain.”
Relief you believe, and then the pain,

upon hearing the heat will not abate,
until some unknown future date.

Oh, woe! Oh, crisis! What terrible trouble.
I guess I’ll join the dog in the puddle.