For about a week or so, it has seemed that the air barely cooled off during the night. At seven in the morning, the temperature was already nudging eighty degrees, and ready to get higher in a hurry it seemed. Going out on these muggy mornings with heat index warnings in the triple digits was about as much fun as putting on wet socks.
But this morning, oh what a fine difference!
Even though we may be headed toward hot later, right now it’s only sixty-two. Yes, there’s a heavy dew and the humidity is at ninety percent, but, hey, it’s only sixty-two. It’s a sit on the porch and drink coffee kind of morning. A let’s take our time and wait for the sun to shine kind of start to a fine Friday.
There’ll be plenty enough rushing later on. What’s the point of the Lord sending such blessings if we can’t take time to notice, give thanks and take at least a few minutes to think about cool mornings, ripe tomatoes and good coffee?
Did I mention that it’s only sixty-two degrees this morning right here in south central Kansas and almost smack dab in the middle of July? No matter what else is going on or is to come later today, right now, I will be thankful for this. And enjoy it a bit, too.