Let that temperature get above 90F (32.2 C) and we wilt. We go running for the cover of pulled shades and ceiling fans, hide in rooms on the shadowy eastern side of the house in the afternoon. Such big babies, we are. Last Saturday it was 97F, that's just too hot for accomplishing anything.
Roger and our good friend Guy are building the chicken house. Guy has started coming over at 7:00 AM so he can work a few hours before the sweltering heat. That means Roger is working at 7:00 as well. After years of retirement that's quite a slog, I'll tell you. I get tired just watching them out there. Their day ends at 10:30 or 11:00. Truly civilized work day. The chicken house is coming along. We're not in a hurry at this point. Good thing we didn't get the chickens first. I remember someone having chicks in their laundry room for a while. That was a bit of a mess.
I have been baking that delicious No-Knead bread once a week. I start it about 9:00 AM on one day, get up at 6:00 AM the next to prep it for its two hour rise before it goes in the 450 degree oven at 8:00. I want that bread out of the oven and the oven turned off by 9:00 AM. I'm a wicked task master.
Then what? Then nothing.
PS: Temps are supposed to drop tomorrow and then be down in the 60s and 70s for the weekend. We can't wait.
PPS: That lovely little green meadowy grass by the chicken house is a mixture made expressly for chickens. They're going to be so happy some day to find that little field waiting for them