Surprising / by Karie Luidens


Just when I thought high heat would be dogging us all week, it broke again last night. For the night. Scattered thunderstorms swept through after dark, lighting the clouds with bursts of electricity, soaking the neighborhood, and sending loose squash vines thrashing in gusts of wind like the tentacles of a frantic octopus. By morning most of the sun-wilted plants looked like they were sufficiently reinvigorated to face another hot day. I think this is a pattern we can live with.