We're having a heat wave this week. Temperatures are expected to get up to 32C (89F). We're not used to that sort of heat. The dog hates it, in fact, I have to coax her out of the house when the temperatures are above around 70F. I'd call her a wuss, but I'm one too. (We prefer the term "delicate".)
Even the wooded paths where we walk every day are hot. Instead of racing through, we take our time, the dog eating the green green grass while I wait for her, patiently. She's not interested in exercise the way I am. She just wants a chlorophyll-filled snack.
Now that summer's arrived full-on, the ground is covered in bracken, those ferns you see in the photo.
A sea of green so deep you could dive in. But don't.
