On Tuesday last week, My Human (MH) read online that the temperature of 42 degrees in the Cape is the hottest recorded in 100 years. And it was the very same day that wild fires raged in the Peninsula and even over the Berg near our village, the helicopters were buzzing about moving smudge-faced, tired Firefighters to put out blazes in Pearly Beach and Platbos. Brave heroes these Firesoldiers.
The shoulders of all the plants in the garden drooped and I found a spot under MH’s bed and tried not to move. And only when the sun had almost been swallowed in the west could we find energy to wander down to the river for a swim.
MH says that this hectic heat and the hectic cold and wet which is to follow in a few months, makes for real Weather. The kind you can talk about. It’s the kind of weather where you appreciate those Champagne Days that dawn. Like today – still and quiet with cool whispers around the edges of the day, sparkling skies cleaned by yesterday’s wind.
Don’t really know what she’s talking about. What I like about this heat is that it’s made the lawn yellow and crisp. Wonderful to lie on your back, tummy up and wriggle-n- scratch.