Another day of the fire, another Sunday of fire! The heatwave has blanketed the part of Europe where I live. The summers are starting earlier and earlier and are getting harder to bear. Because of the dangers that the excessive temperature outside can cause to my tired heart, I had to spend this Sunday in the house. I had to give up my usual walk.
Memories Of A Recent Trip
Well, I got to quote myself! That's how I started posting 20 days ago and nothing has changed, in fact, the heat has become even more aggressive and now, as I write, the temperature outside is heading towards 40 degrees Celsius in the shade!
I don't understand how so many people don't believe in global warming! When it is so obvious that something is changing. Of course, the climate is cyclical, it goes from ice ages to warm spells, it has been that way for hundreds of millions of years, but it is different now. Because now humans are contributing to the changing climate factors!
He who doesn't believe, each to his own opinion and belief. Some belief in science, in hundreds of years of observations and research, believe in the opinion of those who study these phenomena.
Others believe in the claims of opinion leaders who, in order to achieve their goals, i.e. to gain political power, are proving freedom that does not exist. Freedom as anarchy. I won't go any further with this topic because it is a great pain to see how people dig their own holes but unfortunately, they will drag us all into it!
I've left the excessive heat which is probably to blame for my slide into social and political issues. Excessive heat forces me to spend another Sunday indoors, protected, as it were, from the scorching sun.
Everything unpleasant has a remedy and my remedy to the heat outside is not air conditioning. My remedy is the memory of pleasant things! I try to remember things that refresh me...
Like the flowers in my garden after the rain!
It hasn't rained in over two months. Now my garden is unrecognizable. The flowers have been the worst affected. They are almost dry, although I water them as much as I can.
I'm looking at pictures from the past...
Roses!
Surely, those of them who are left remember this beneficial rain.
This is unbelievable! Looking at these photos I can feel the coolness of the rain on my skin. The optimistic side of me makes me hope that I will be able to be under real rain soon, even if the weather forecast promises another month of drought.
Hydrangea and the rest of the yard were also under the benevolence of water from heaven.
After my serving of virtual refreshment, I must explain why I continue to call this hard-to-bear Sunday beautiful and sublime. Because it seems to contradict what I said in the first part. The explanation is very simple...
I'm old enough to consider every new day lived as beautiful and sublime!
That's how I want to live from now on. I know it's hard to maintain this opinion and I know that there will come days that will be far from beautiful and sublime. I know I will fall apart, that's for sure, but as much as I can, I will try to stay optimistic.
I wrote this post also thinking about #SublimeSunday by 
