There are times when describing the weather as “baking” is not hyperbole. It’s 98 outside right now, says our outdoor thermometer (edit: it’s actually 99.5–the temperature went up while I was writing). You can feel the heat blaring off the roads and rocks. I’m half tempted to crack an egg on a rock to see if it would cook, if only because I’ve never tried that experiment before. I’m glad that the sun is back, and it felt good to be outside for a few minutes, but I couldn’t tolerate the heat for long. While I was out, I saw a big green dragonfly and some scorched plants, which together with the high temperature made it seem positively July-ish. I don’t care what the calendar says. It’s summer now.
P.S. As of 2:15 p.m., the temperature is over 104. Our thermometer might be exaggerating slightly (if it’s catching sun), but the temperature is decidedly not June-ish, and I am not loving it.