By two o'clock today, the brutal, steam-heat will feel like a survival challenge and simply moving and maintaining hydration will be victory. But now, at 6 am, the impending heat, the cold dew on every surface, the shimmering glow of the rising sun through the trees are invigorating. We; the animals, the people, the birds, and the insects are all buzzing through a days' work in a few humming hours. Later, all but the cicadas will rest in the shade and the wet places, ruminating in our various ways until the heat recedes into evening like some kind of tide. Then we celebrate, singing our relief to the stars and the rising moon. The critters resume their frolicking and foraging, the people play music, eat & drink, and merrily finish their chores. This is not just a saturday, it is summer at it's best- vacillating decisively between productivity and languor.
Cheers to a tiny vacation to Arkansas summers past!