It seems that the full moon and Mr. Sun have been boasting to one another about their brilliance this week. The Hay Moon was an appropriate name for that nighttime orb since most of our grass looks like hay right now, unless you’ve been watering like crazy to keep it green.
It was hot this morning, even though I left fairly early. There was a little breeze – but oh that humidity. By the time I returned home from my walk to the tracks and back, I hit the 400-mile mark. Then, I went to Memorial Park to cool off at the end of my regular trek. It was there I saw the marquis was touting 78 degrees.
I am thinking I will indeed make that 500 miles walked goal I set for Labor Day. I am still ahead of my car mileage (334 miles in 2016 to date) even though I have been driving more since the car’s little meltdown back in April.
While on my journey today, I watched a squirrel standing up under the spray of an oscillating sprinkler. He was enjoying each time the water came cascading over his head and I wanted to hand him a soap-on-a-rope and give him an even nicer experience. It made me smile watching his antics. Then, I saw a baby robin crouched down on the sidewalk and there was a sprinkler nearby. I think he was not far from the nest because Mom and Pop were looking over my shoulder chattering and clucking at me from their perch in a red maple tree, as I was checking out their baby. He was a bundle of soft downy feathers and had extraordinarily large feet. He seemed to be doing okay, save for a beating heart that I swear I could see thumping through his orangey-colored speckled breast.
I was happy to get home and swig down a cool drink – not water because we had a problem in my neck of the woods due to a huge water main break in Detroit, but it is fixed now.
All God’s creatures were doing their best to get through this sweltering hot day.