The sunshine is ripening our golden tomatoes but the red ones, in a different part of the garden, have cooked on the vine with the extreme heat. 
The following poem and met map explain the heat we are experiencing. My first reading of this ‘Heated (August 2022)’ made me think of our personal and collective responsibility. Our grass was crisp and crunchy as I walked over it late this afternoon. I am very grateful to Kim for letting me share his poem here.
We think a storm is coming. Our ship’s barometer is suddenly up and overflowing.We will all be glad of some rain, especially the garden. . 
