A Mole

 

Our studio feels like a mole hole.

During the canicule (heatwave) we draw the drapes. A fan provides air. We keep lights to a minimum. 

This has been going on since mid June. No relief predicted until later this month.  

Our landlord has put umbrellas on the patio outside our door and we can feel the difference. It helps.

There are stairs to get to the garden with its shady mulberry tree but even the tree doesn't help in the 36°-41°(96-106°) temperatures. 

At night it drops to 17° (62°) degrees. That's when we throw open everything that can be thrown open. It's necessary in the morning to be aware of the temperature creeping up to go back to being a mole.

There is a reason I would never, ever live in the south. I'm a lover of fall colors and brisk air. I want a couple of months of snow.  I love spring when a few brave flowers poke their way up through the dirt. 

We are in our Geneva home now thinking that it would be cooler than the south of France. There are fires nearby to our French village according to neighbors there who say there's the smell of smoke. It's not as bad as the fires across the border in Spain, many of which the news says were set.

According to the forecast nothing but high heat until later in the month. YUCK! 

Maybe next summer we can spend in Northern Scotland or Sweden. 

I will try and remember how lucky I am there is no genocide around me, my family is safe and bombs are not falling. Home is not a tent. My pantry is full. 

Maybe we will just go on being a mole until next month.