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| ©Robin Edmundson, 'July Sky', watercolor, 18 x 24 inches. Framed to 24 x 30 inches. $750. |
It's July.
It's hot.
Searingly hot.
The hay is cut and the fields quickly dry out to a dusty gold. The days are hazy and lazy. It never really cools off at night and the mornings are heavy and damp. It's like the air itself is sweating.
In our humidity, the clouds are varied and interesting - mackerel scales and mare's tails are indicative of quickly changing weather. As things heat up even further during the days, we often get pop-up thunderstorms, dumping even more humidity into the air.
It's too hot for the birds to fly and they stay inside the cooler edges of the woods. Dragonflies and darning needles large and small flit around the trees instead. At twilight the fireflies start their light show.
And over and under and around it all is the gentle accompanying swoozh swoozh swoozh of the cicadas.
