If You Can’t Stand the Heat

This is the time of year when the early morning hours of browsing, answering emails, researching and blogging are supplanted (nice, seasonally-appropriate verb-pun) by yard and garden work before the sun crests the east ridge and the temps begin to become uncomfortable for hoeing, loading mulch, hauling brush and such.

I don’t suffer heat very well,  so it’s good that, even without AC in the house, we stay pretty cool here, in a relative short of way, in our sheltered cold-sink valley on the western flank of the Blue Ridge mountains.

In my home town of Birmingham, OTOH, it has been too warm even before sunrise for months, and yet I used to have hard-labor summer jobs out in the HHH (heat-haze-humidity) and not think much about it.

I need to move along, so will redirect your attention to a piece from a couple of summers ago about my (and mankind’s) past and future relationship with conditioned air.

AC: Not All It’s Cranked Up To Be

About

Fred First holds masters degrees in Vertebrate Zoology and physical therapy, and has been a biology teacher and physical therapist by profession. He moved to southwest Virginia in 1975 and to Floyd County in 1997. He maintains a daily photo-blog, broadcasts essays on the Roanoke NPR station, and contributes regular columns for the Floyd Press and Roanoke's Star Sentinel. His two non-fiction books, Slow Road Home and his recent What We Hold in Our Hands, celebrate the riches that we possess in our families and communities, our natural bounty, social capital and Appalachian cultures old and new. He has served on the Jacksonville Center Board of Directors and is newly active in the Sustain Floyd organization. He lives in northeastern Floyd County on the headwaters of the Roanoke River.

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