Add to that 100% humidity, Wow!

Well here we are. It’s been 100? today and it will be 100? tomorrow. Now we find out we have a tropical storm , possibly hurricane eventually , headed our general direction. I’ve got to say it’s one of the things I really love about Texas and the third Coast, if you don’t like the weather just wait five minutes. Seriously, this storm could bring much needed water for the drought stricken central part of the state . Here, on the other hand , we’ve had plenty of rain and don’t need the aggravation.
Nonetheless preparations have been made. Actually I made the them last year and stored everything away. Plywood has been cut, the generator has fresh oil, and we’ve got plenty of stores in the pantry in the fridge. So come on down Debbie, if you dare. We’re old pro’s around here when it comes to summer storms. Besides, I knew a Debby once, a shy, wall flower of a girl. ….wait a minute, … Shit, now I remember, she ended up working for the Obama campaign !

We’re screwed

From late May to mid July the Crepe Myrtel’s really go to town… Bloom wise. The ground is covered with them and a trip out to the feeders results in a shower of blooms. Best yet, when the wind blows just right, they cover the neighbors pool in a carpet of red. Much to his aggravation;)

We succeeded in taking that picture [from deep space], and, if you look at it, you see a dot. That’s here. That’s home. That’s us. On it, everyone you ever heard of, every human being who ever lived, lived out their lives. The aggregate of all our joys and sufferings, thousands of confident religions, ideologies and economic doctrines, every hunter and forager, every hero and coward, every creator and destroyer of civilizations, every king and peasant, every young couple in love, every hopeful child, every mother and father, every inventor and explorer, every teacher of morals, every corrupt politician, every superstar, every supreme leader, every saint and sinner in the history of our species, lived there on a mote of dust, suspended in a sunbeam.

The earth is a very small stage in a vast cosmic arena. Think of the rivers of blood spilled by all those generals and emperors so that in glory and in triumph they could become the momentary masters of a fraction of a dot. Think of the endless cruelties visited by the inhabitants of one corner of the dot on scarcely distinguishable inhabitants of some other corner of the dot. How frequent their misunderstandings, how eager they are to kill one another, how fervent their hatreds. Our posturings, our imagined self-importance, the delusion that we have some privileged position in the universe, are challenged by this point of pale light. Our planet is a lonely speck in the great enveloping cosmic dark. In our obscurity ? in all this vastness ? there is no hint that help will come from elsewhere to save us from ourselves. It is up to us. It’s been said that astronomy is a humbling, and I might add, a character-building experience. To my mind, there is perhaps no better demonstration of the folly of human conceits than this distant image of our tiny world. To me, it underscores our responsibility to deal more kindly and compassionately with one another and to preserve and cherish that pale blue dot, the only home we’ve ever known.

?Carl Sagan, Pale Blue Dot: A Vision of the Human Future in Space, p. 6

Sorry for the poor quality. The doves were easily spooked.