The summers in the south of France are hot and dry. It means no sticky humidity. No mosquitos.
By hot, I mean mid-80s to mid-90s Fahrenheit, sometimes dancing around 100. Nights usually are cool, in the 60s. Yesterday, the high was 34 C (93 F) and the low 13.5 (56 F). It’s why we don’t have air conditioning. Just gorgeous summer weather.
But the last rain that was more than a trace was 4.4 mm (0.17 inch) on Aug. 4. It’s about one-tenth the usual total for August.
This river has dried up. It’s hard to believe that a few years before we moved here it flooded houses in the village up to the upstairs floor.
Now, the little rapids look like ghosts. Will we be haunted by what we’ve done to the Earth?
At the beginning of the summer, I couldn’t even see the blocks to cross the passage à gué.
Farther downstream, underground springs revive the river to a trickle. Enough for some ducks, who set up housekeeping at the same spot every year.
The marin has kept the Pyrénées in crystal clear focus. Not a cloud in the sky. Usually the easterly marin brings rain. Thunderstorms are forecast for Monday. Fingers crossed.