Quit Mowing

9:15 a.m. covered in sweat and feeling faint, I just walked inside from mowing our rather smallish front lawn. I had chosen to slog through wet ankle deep St. Augustine, because it was cooler - not the heat of the day. What was I thinking. (Feeling sorry for the lawn boy, my husband). The thermometor is reading 90 degrees in the shade. The sun is shining and the humidity is 100%. Any place but Louisiana and the Amazon river valley could it be that humid and not be raining. There are a few innocent looking clouds that with luck may grow into thunderheads and give my husband a break. I quit.