The Heat Is On
Hunkered down inside, curtains closed in the blessing of refrigerated air pumping through the hacienda while corn curls it’s leaves and goes all spikey and everything in the garden droops and wilts.
Kinda like I can’t meet the plant’s eyes right now, guilty ‘cos I’m hanging out in the cool while they are enduring brutal heat. They are strong though and tomorrow at dawn will get a deep watering.
