A Day in the August Heat

I called Country Man today while he was discing in the field. The usual pleasant ring of affection was a distant wave this time, an uncommon greeting from the man I love.

He could hardly hear me through the sweat pouring down his face, the absence of tractor air conditioning to blame.

Not an ideal time of the year to be without air conditioning.

I felt the sting of summer, too, as I mowed the checkered lawn of brown and green.

Once done with the job, parched and body thick with grass and dirt now paper mached onto my skin by the sweat of the heat, I turned the water on for a drink…

and drank much…
then sprayed my legs…
my arms…
my head…
face…

The feel and taste of the water on this August day transplanted me back to a childhood time; a time when I didn’t evaluate how hot I was or if this same sun was ruining my skin or how hungry I felt, but a time of simple joy. A joy that comes from being the right amount of hot and the water the right amount of cool.

I needed this day.

I need the rebirth of childhood, if only for a second, among the day-to-day rituals that is adulthood.

A day in good timing, ready to rescue this weary soul and restore the simple joys in life.

I almost forgot.

Like the one mouse and many toads that scurried before angry blades of doom, I am a creature no longer hidden from sight, no longer another brick in the wall.

A child-woman resurfacing.

South Dakota me

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25 thoughts on “A Day in the August Heat

  1. Life really is good isn’t it? Whether it be in the sweltering heat you are enjoying (?) or the cold 50 degrees we have here it is great!
    Thanks again for sharing. 🙂

  2. Every time I think it’s too hot in the summer I just remember what a cold, icy winter we had and somehow the heat doesn’t seem too bad anymore:)

  3. “A day in good timing, ready to rescue this weary soul and restore the simple joys in life.

    I almost forgot.”

    Thank goodness you didn’t! I love to remember that carefree, living in the moment freedom. We all have access to it at any time. Love this post!! 🙂

  4. I love your writing Country Wife and want to thank you for the reminder to be open to simple child like joys even though we are now adults!
    Like timkeen40 (above) I also have been stuck in a tractor with broken air-conditioning…I was mowing many, many acres of hay and it was far worse than being out in the 98 degree day and the open air! I sympathize with your Country Man!

  5. Great post!

    I was just thinking yesterday about the things we don’t do when we’re “grown up”. We don’t usually go on the swings, or down the slip n’ slide, or make up games. I’m not sure where we lose these things, but I’m trying to bring some back into my life (which is why my whole front is sore from throwing myself repeatedly onto a slip n’ slide this weekend).

    Thank you for another inspiring post! Also, SUPER cute pic!

    • I make a daily habit to do something child-like. Go on the swings. Twirl in the kitchen til I’m dizzy. Dance around with my cat. Make faces at the dog. Tickle my husband then run away giggling.

      And slip n’ slides are awesome. I hope it was fun. *grins*

  6. Loved this post! You have such a beautiful way of writing, it took me right back to my own simple childhood where I grew up in the country. And yes, I never thought about whether the sun was hard on my skin, and I never thought too much about the stones beneath my feet as I ran barefoot.

  7. I grew up in the 1960’s. My family didn’t have AC or cabs on the tractors. We had umbrella’s which did little to keep the sun from beating down on us. We had one AC window unit in our farm house which was only run in case company showed up. Our cooling system amounted to box fans in a couple of windows drawing the air through the house. Our home was surrounded by shade trees so it really wasn’t too bad. We had a car and a truck, neither supporting AC. Rather vents were opened and windows cranked down partway.

    I laugh today that Americans are so dependent on AC and comfort. Some of my best memories as a kid were the hours spent outside playing in the heat of the day, or the bitter cold of winter. We didn’t have needs other than wanting something to eat when we got hungry, or for mom to settle a dispute we were having with a sibling! Those were simple times… living life and not knowing any different.

    Wonderful post… and it is great to see mostly positive comments with upbeat messages! Indeed, there is good and positive to be found in all experiences!

  8. My husband and I took a trip to visit our grandkids who just moved to New York. Then we left and spent the first day of August at Niagara Falls, first on the American side and then on the Canadian side. It was hot but then a thunderstorm came and we got caught in a downpour. My husband and I were the only ones not running for cover as we stood there smiling together standing in the cool rain getting drenched and laughing about it. It was awesome!

  9. Isn’t it wonderful that our child selves never really go away. They are always inside us and pop up every once in awhile when we least expect them. Wonderful post.

  10. Thanks for the reminder that people everywhere are enjoying the heat. I can see the kids in the city under the fire hydrant that they have opened up or splashing in fountains. Kids and adults alike swimming in pools, ponds, lakes, creeks or rivers. What a refreshing thought as we sit here parched without rain for almost a month now. Praying we all survive the heat this summer.

  11. When I walk to my local library I pass a community swimming pool. All of the kids from summer camp are in the water, splashing around, laughing, calling in other’s names. They seem so carefree, just loving the summer and being out of school. I always stop for a moment and enjoy watching them.

  12. I’ve spent the past 2 days weeding our flower beds in the dead heat of day. Both days I’ve finished literally dripping with sweat, the perspiration cascading down my face, spotting my glasses, drenching my clothes. Beyond exhausting, but it felt GOOD. Afterward, stepping back and seeing the effect makes it so worth it. It sounds like you feel the same way on your farm. You ad your husband are living close to the earth, the way God intended. I’m sure He’s rejoicing along w/ you.

  13. I haven’t left yet. “The usual pleasant ring of affection was a distant wave this time, an uncommon greeting from the man I love.” I love the softness of your voice in how you deliver your message. Yes, I’m reading your message/content, but I’m in awe of this, your writing style.

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