It's Hot

I never thought I'd hear myself utter those words after living in the Northeast - but boy is it hot in Southern Mississippi. One day seems to blend into the next this time of the year with little variation. I have also noticed differences in the plants. The pansies that grew so lovely in the summer in the Northeast have died off here. We noticed them struggling as the days grew hotter, but the shade of the oak offered them some reprieve. Or so I thought. They are now all gone, even with regular watering.

Another thing was the tiny nest of a brown thrasher. Three, very vulnerable chicks hatched. The nest, which sat about five feet off the ground and on the edge of the woods, was well-made and hearty. But the day after I snapped this picture, the babies, and Mom, disappeared. She did not lay another brood.