Yesterday was the first day of July, and the first day of the second half of the year.
For those of you who are into annual planning, July 1st is a time for taking stock: of what you’ve accomplished in the year thus far, and how you plan to continue—or correct your course.
July 1st also means the beginning of the dog days of summer. That’s definitely true here in southern Ohio, a region of the country that gets the worst of all possible weather. Yesterday I went running in the 92-degree heat. I was definitely feeling every one of my fifty-three years. There is simply no escaping the heat this time of year, not even inside, in the air conditioning.
Note, in the above photo, the lawn dried to the condition of a straw doormat. Also note the overcast morning sky, threatening rain.
We’ve had no significant rainfall for over a week. A thunderstorm would be great now, to break this midsummer heat wave.
