Another hot day. I actually love the hot weather, but there is something eerie about such heat so many days in a row. And tonight it’s so still and quiet, I can’t help thinking of all the apocalyptic movies I grew up with in the 70’s. At dinner, as I ate a small and disfigured tomato from my garden, I thought of the movie “Soylent Green” and Charlton Heston eating the tiny, precious apple, some of the last fruit left on the overpopulated planet.
Fortunately, I wasn’t thinking this way as I was working in my studio otherwise the bags I made today may have been a bit darker.
It was hot, but there was a breeze for most of the morning and my work came easy. Freida moved from her crate to her spot in front of the wood stove and back to her crate looking for the coolest place. The sheep behind my studio grazed in the morning and spent the afternoon with their heads down in the shade. The heat doesn’t seem to bother the cats. They still sleep under my car and circle and meow for food whenever any one walks by.
But now it’s still,humid,overcast and hazy. Every once in a while there’s the smell of something dead, I keep telling myself it’s just the manure on the field across the road, but there’s a yellow tint in the air that feels like something waiting to happen.