We’ve just had a week or more of short summer thunderstorms. Every year, I find it harder and harder to bear the heat and humidity and just so much sunshine. I can’t help but feel that these thunderstorms are my temporary relief from summer, when I can huddle up inside near a window to listen and watch the weather flex its iron fist — even though the brief showers never seem long enough. So the morning after a particularly mighty evening thunderstorm, I headed out to the garden to enjoy the temporary dip in temperature and humidity and admire the post-rain spoils: beaded up water on the leaves of my satiated plants.
And then, well, I started noticing raised dots — like perfect water droplets — all around the house.
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So we went back home to get