It was hot, humid as the sweat could see morning. Water and sunglasses were in place, shades required but were not a must. Wind blowing a tad, plenty to make a bird faint-hearted but not powerful enough to lift a tree off its roots. I guarantee you, it was not raining nor did it appear it would but it might, the day was still young and this is South Florida after all. It made my timing outside mouthwatering, considering my love and hate relationship with heat. Yes, we just don’t get along. I have been known to hit the pavement once or twice because of it. Not a pretty scenario but it played in the theater near me, handsome first responders included. They were a pie in a box of chips and I did not complained. I just said Amen and went about my day! Thank you mother nature for being so kind to me. Mr gym, we shall talk next week. We have a date.
Dear Mother Nature, I am really looking forward to the day Mr thunderstorm along side its brother, aka lightening Jr would not pay us a visit. It has become a routine of sorts, come afternoon it is all or nothing. So, we are used to it but geez, find a medium would you?!
At this point, the plants are going bananas and feeling obnoxious, they have been watered enough. The roofs are rushing to the stores picking up their colorful ornaments so they can dust themselves up, they look like a washed up t-shirt. The pavements are crying foul, they need to be repaved, too many holes. The birds are done singing, no energy left. The lizards are looking for a place to park, their cubbies are over flooded. The grass are making lemon pie, savagely growing and needing to be trimmed. Fashionably manicured feet begging for sandals tired of being bunged up by sneakers, boots and flats. The bees are trying to nest and mosquitoes are parting it up, feed me, feed me, they scream. The cars are not amused, however. Showering everyday ain’t cool they say and the owners gleefully replied, “I don’t see any problems with that, do you?” In the meantime, the cute umbrellas are just too damn happy, glowing like butterflies, feeling like smoking Cinderella in her dazzling castle.
Yes, the skies have just been a pain in my derriere lately, looking too depressed – well we got a break today, no rain in sight – the clouds giving up, raising a white flag for the summer. So mother nature, do whatever you want but we have had enough. Give us a little break please, brink back the sun?! Signed, Ms flower!