We are never happy. We, meaning Irish people, moan and groan about the weather constantly. It is always a hot topic. None more so than today, after suffering through, snow, ice and the country coming to a stop in March we are now meeting the blissful sight of sunshine, every morning.
But with temperatures tipping 32 degrees we are simply melting in the heat. Icecream sales have rocketed. Not so good is the fate of farmers who struggle with water shortages for their animals. A peat bog some distance from us has been burning for the past two days, an unheard of event.
Some of us who invested in rainwater harvesting tanks and systems are trying hard not to be smug about the large tanks of rainwater we have at our disposal.
But the question is, why isn’t everyone thinking of collecting what falls from the sky in abundance during most of the year.
Bob is the only one who snores on blissfully ignorant of all the dilemmas and debates going on around him. He continues to trundle about the house and garden, nabbing the few strawberries and raspberries that dare to ripen within his reach. He is truly the main wonder of our world as he defies all vets prognosis and greets us each day with a smile on his face, a twinkle in his eyes and a wagging tail.
No need for me to wear a clown suit in this weather.
We can’t believe it. Irish people are now melting. We are starting to moan about the weather being too hot!
Ironic isn’t it?
The best news for everyone in this house is that one of our local filling stations has been declared, best supplier of tastiest icecream’s in Meath.
Only trouble is they don’t last long enough to be photographed, maybe next time I will stop eating one long enough to take a picture. In the meantime, there is always Bob, who is still checking out the strawberries, (still green) though in this photo it was a bee!
It was hidden from sight for seven months but at last we have some “terrible hot weather” as we call it because Summer is here, again, however briefly. Truth is most Irish people wilt at anything above 21 degrees.
But Bob has his own solution, which consists of sitting (no surprise there), in the shade.
Though I suspect he is simply waiting on those raspberries to ripen.