Grandma's a Summer Baby

My mother used to tell me that the day I was born they fried eggs on the sidewalks in New York City.  The hospital did not have air-conditioning (Northern Westchester Medical Center was just Mount Kisco hospital at that time).   So they kept the lights off at night so the patients could walk around in their johnny coats and maintain their modesty. 
As a kid, I loved the summer as much as any other kid that grew up in the country.  Although we still didn't have air-conditioners (pretty much only movie theaters were that technologically advanced and we didn't have a movie theater in our town).   We had a big old box fan that drew the cool, night air through the house if placed strategically in the correct window. It's not like we were too poor to each have our own fan (there were only 2 of us kids).  I think it was my dad trying to engineer his own natural cooling system.  It worked pretty well on most nights - but there were some that were pretty brutal, uncomfortable temperatures and humidity lingering after "egg-frying" days.  The wicked sunburns we developed after a day at the lake didn't help any.
Now I'm very fortunate to have central air on days like these.  Unlike most of my fellow MS'rs, I've never noticed my symptoms worsening in the heat.  Allergies, fumes from cigarette smoke or cleaning products will set me off.  Seasonal changes seem to get me going.  Of course, I haven't really tested the phenomena and deliberately spent a day in extreme heat.  I pretty much run from the A/C in the car to the store and back.  It's my garden that suffers terribly because I don't subject myself to hours of weeding in the heat.  Everybody's going to have to be content with a drink and a wave from me until it cools down a bit.  I did get some pictures while I was outside after dinner.
I grew the orange "Butterfly Weed" from seed a few years ago and it's taken that long to bloom.  It grew wild in the woods when I was a kid and my mother transplanted some into her vegetable garden so that's where mine grows.  Back then I didn't know why she'd ever transplant a weed but now I get it.  Of course, it's in the milkweed family and food for Monarch butterflies. 

And this lacy pretty is a form of "Queen Anne's Lace" that grew wild by the side of the road when I was growing up.  This is a more domesticated variety called Ammi Majus, a distant relative of the common wildflower that I grew from seed.  I hope it's self-sewing since it's an annual.  Temperatures are supposed to break in a couple of days and then I'll see what else is going on out there (and what the Japanese beetles haven't consumed!)

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