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. . 
nrhatch
August 14, 2022 at 1:05 pm
Sadly, we may have cooked our own goose by waiting too long to tackle climate change with the necessary fervor. Let’s hope it’s not too late to turn things around.
mybeautfulthings
August 15, 2022 at 2:37 pm
It is sad and makes me particularly sad for the LiveWires . Let’s hope the heatwaves/fires/floods will wake some people up and that things might change. All the best to you. 🙂