In the Dog Days of summer I've learned the art of slowness. Slow moving. Slow cooking. Slow picking. Slow packing. Sometimes even my thought processes are slowed down--all in my body's effort to cope with the sticky heat. In our non-air conditioned house, we've learned which windows to shut and drape at which time of day to maximize any coolness that can be reserved indoors. But by 4 pm, there's no fighting it--it's permeated every square inch of the house. If we were to ever have AC, it would require 10 times more solar panels and a much larger battery/inverter system to run the house. For now we're content with our 8 panels and wind generator--at least we can run some fans!
We understand better too why some farmers wake up so early--to escape the heat, for one thing! 6 AM on the farm is one of the most inspiring and peaceful times--we're high above the fog, and even our dog hasn't roused himself from slumber. The coolness of the air prevails and hunting for tomatoes seems more surreal and dreamlike than a chore that has to be done.
So think of us as we deal with the heat this week--enter into the Slow Flow with us as you eat your tomatoes, potatoes, and lettuce--and say a prayer for some much-needed rain!