The only variety in the weather forecast for several days has been the adverb: treacherously hot, dangerously hot, miserably hot, torturously hot, painfully hot….which means I start with an iced version of whatever I yank out of the “old bags” basket and continue to add scraps of whatever else is on hand, watering it down during the day until there’s nothing left.
However, this little specialty tea from Basilur held up pretty nicely under abuse today—started with a quart that had been fridge-steeped overnight; sweet, but not in that curl-your-tongue stevia way. Once it was half gone, I threw in a bag of Murphy’s Irish Breakfast, and ended up with a very pleasant iced blend with just a teeny bit of cherry finish.
Y’all enjoy a hot cuppa for me. I’ll catch up with you in a few days. September’s coming.
Even in North Dakota it has been miserable. Only 81 today, but 88% humidity. I can only imagine what it is like for you folks further south.
We have been right under the big “H” on the weather map since Sunday, but we’ve been promised that the pressure bubble will break up this weekend.
The big H is headed our way! We had two days of lower humidity and slightly lower temps but this weekend we will be back over 100F and humid with thunderstorms again. I am ready for next spring. Fall turns into winter with short, dark days. Sniffle.