I start complaining when the temperature drops below 70 degrees. I don’t like the cold weather, but it’s been too damn hot for almost two weeks now. It’s not supposed to be 95 this early in June. The water in the pool is close to the boiling point. It might not be so bad if it would rain, even a little! I don’t remember what water falling from the sky is like anymore. The grass has turned brown and it’s a daily struggle to keep the garden watered, not to mention all the new hedge planting we put in earlier in the spring.
You have no idea how close I am to stripping buck ass naked, standing in the yard and straying myself with a garden hose! Really. Even Bandit the Obnoxious Cat doesn't seem to mind when I aim a garden hose in his direction!
It’s made me think again about an outdoor shower. I’ve wanted one for a long time, but wondered if I’d really use it. My thought was it might be nice to have an outdoor shower after a long day of cutting the meadows or working in the garden, but then I thought the water would be too cold and I wouldn’t use it. Wrong. If I had one of these I’d be standing under it now!