I love beautiful scenery and the changes of the season offer us some scenes of beauty and I love to travel. Learn from travel experience.
I have heard of the ‘Dog Days of summer’ for much of my life but I never knew where this phrase came from. After a bit of research I found out that the Farmer’s Almanac states this phrase tells of the period of particularly hot and humid weather occurring during the summer months of July and August in the Northern Hemisphere.
I hate to break it to the Farmer’s Almanac that the dog days have arrived in northern Florida a bit early. It is still just the end of June, and it’s been in the mid 90s for about 7-10 days already.
Having said that, beautiful flowers are in bloom. I see Hummingbirds, butterflies and numerous birds coming to my bird feeder.
The fear in Florida is more about hurricanes as we move further into summer. They don’t typically hit head on in Jacksonville, but they can come off the gulf and bring strong winds this way. That sometimes means the power is out for a few days, but the temperature tends to be a bit cooler then, thank goodness. However, limbs will be all over the yard, and there could be some other wind damage. We pray there will be no major damage. That is one reason I love our brick house. It makes me feel more secure.
Hot Summer Days
The poem is about these hot days. We haven;t had much rain the past couple of weeks, but hope to get some by the middle of this week. I have new flowering bushes planted, and I want them to survive.
The weather is stifling already
Breathing this humid air it’s heavy
This heat should not come until June
I wish I could sing a different tune
Ninety degrees is now what see
We are suffering with every degree
We water the flowers every day
As we hope they are here to stay
Not enough rain on any given day
We sure don’t want them to go away
Walking on the beach is a delight
The moon shines so bright at night
The hurricanes may come soon
Sometime after the month of June
We hope they go back out to sea
That is something that we all agree
Summer will fade away by October
Until then we should stay sober
We don’t know when a storm will hit
It is a bit scary I will surely admit
Dog Days of Summer are no joke
Hurricanes tend to affect all folk
The damage they cause is very bad
It will surely make many of us sad
Yet, we persevere each day
Sometimes taking time to play
The four seasons come and go
Each season puts on quite a show
Kenny Chesney - Summertime
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