Beware the Month of August

Well, at least Julius Caesar was warned to,” Beware the Ides of March”, but no one ever thought to warn us poor Georgians to “Beware the month of August”! For the past nine years, Martha and I have made it our custom to spend as much of the month of August as possible away from this great state that we both love so much. However, August is a miserable month down here as our heat, humidity, and gnats all seem to peak in this one month. While Martha is doing great with her cancer, we just did not feel comfortable this year being more than a six hour drive to her oncologist; so we decided not to travel overseas this year.


We just got back from ten days at Destin. Part of that time was spent with children and grandchildren. The other part was spent recuperating from those children and grandchildren. Having spent my entire career in the sand and the sun, I told Martha that the beach was just South Georgia without the gnats. Our next trip will be to the mountains of North Carolina, and I am certain that I will find that more to my liking.


I just got back from riding around with Cader IV, and I can guarantee you that this heat coupled with above average rainfall has changed the looks of things a heck of a lot in just ten days. All of our food plots are completely made. The seed heads have all filled out, and most of the plantings are head high. The natural ground cover is great, and our pine trees are smiling rather than drooping. Cader showed me some experimental white corn that we planted. The corn is forming on the stalk head-high to him while the stalks look like they are going to try to reach for the sky like Jack and the bean stalk. I have no idea how tall this corn will get before it stops growing, but I’m guessing that it will top out at 12-14 feet high. Our soybean crop also looks great.


We rode by the kennels where all dog training work is being done in the shade and in the mornings. As a matter of fact, almost any task being performed on Riverview at this time of the year is being done in the shade or in the shop which has a lot of big fans blowing this humid, hot air. I believe that we are about finished going through all of our jeeps now. I am in no hurry to get any older, but I will not be unhappy to see the next 3-4 weeks go by. As some of you know, when you get older , three things happen. The first is your memory goes, and I can’t recall the other two.


Since I have very little else to report on at the moment, I thought that I would close this blog with a few interesting tidbits that I have read recently on the Internet:

  1. Teach your daughters how to shoot because a restraining order is just a piece of paper.
  2. Why do I have to press one for English when you’re just going to connect me to someone I can’t understand anyway?
  3. 100 years ago everyone owned a horse and only the rich had cars. Today everyone has cars and only the rich own horses.
  4. And my favorite one—Going to bed early, not leaving my house, not going to a party. My childhood punishments have become my adult goals!


Until the wordsmith muse strikes me with something inspirational or funny, I hope all of you folks who live north of the Smith & Wesson line appreciate your cooler climate. Just remember when you are snowed in, we will be looking at green grass and cool, but not cold, temperatures. Right now, it’s hotter than the hinges of hell here.