I’ve been complaining about the heat. A lot. It’s been very hot here, and the only air conditioning I have access to at home is the creaky window unit in our bedroom, which we only run at night. That makes the difference between sleeping and not sleeping, but it’s certainly not keeping me from sweating through shirt after shirt and taking two showers a day.
The heat started to break last night. Wednesday is Trash Day in our neighborhood, and I took one last load of recycling and a final bag of trash out to the curb around 9 p.m. The heat emergency had expired at 7 p.m., and the air felt lighter and much cooler than it had for days. Thin clouds striped the sky and there was no question change was coming.
In theory, I would welcome the rain that cold fronts bring. It saves me from my daily rush to water the garden before leaving for the gym or work in the morning, and I know we need it. But I looked at that baby eggplant last night and thought, Buddy, hang tough, ‘cause we’re in for a day of juglone dripping off the tree above you. Are you up for it?
And that’s not even mentioning the youthful and additional blossoms on that plant and the one next to it. If the plants can fend off the poison, there’s potential for several eggplants before the season’s over. But as I’ve learned, until the vegetable is picked, it’s not mine.
The weather forecast calls for the storms on the leading edge of the cold front to start today during the evening rush hour, and for rain and storms to continue through Thursday. I hope I have an eggplant on the other side.