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This time of year the tropical air gets uppity, and thinks it rules the roost even up here, at the northern fringe of corn country. Back before they had such a thing as hybridized corn that can shoot up and make a cob in sixty-nine days, the Indians south of here grew corn while north of here they hunted. You took a chance if you grew corn this far north. However right now the corn is growing so fast you can practically see it, and the air gets thick as Georgia’s, until there comes the tap on your shoulder, the back door front with winds from the icy waters off Maine, reminding you this isn’t Georgia.
Actually it is a reprieve, for the heat does get to you, especially if you haven’t “thinned your blood” with Sassafras tea, which is what the old-timers did. (There is some drug in that tea that makes me nervous; it does something to your heart, which is why it never caught on in the way black and green tea did, though I think it tastes better.)
Besides the reprieve given by the cool air of the back door front, which kept it down in the low seventies yesterday, we got a reprieve from thunderstorms. They couldn’t grow over us, though there were flash floods not more than forty miles to the west.
There was quite a clash in temperatures across New England. It was sixty-one in Portland, Maine while it was eighty-three up by Burlington Vermont; sixty-three in Boston, Massachusetts while it was eighty-one over in Hartford, Connecticut. The light, drifting, summer fog kept brightening, and it would get muggy, as if the warm air was fighting back, and then it would get very dark and purple, as if it was about to pour, but it never even sprinkled.
As we closed down the childcare in the afternoon it once again got dark, but it had happened so many times without raining I decided to catch up on the mowing, expecting it to rain, but again, even with the weather radio wailing out its warnings about flash flooding, not a drop fell. So I figured I might as well keep mowing.
I mowed and mowed and mowed, and was done as it started to get dark, finishing the entire rear field. Of course, the front has grown so quickly I’ll need to start all over in a day or two, but, for the first time in six weeks, I’m actually done. There’s no catching up to do.
It was a good thing I mowed, as sprinkles have kept the grass wet today, and thunder is muttering to our west as the warm air fights back. The funny thing is, I very nearly didn’t even start mowing, as the sky was so dark. It just goes to show you, if you get a reprieve you’d best take advantage of it.