Sinking Spells…

It’s been so hot here, the sap rising from the porch floor boards, the paint’s cracked and is threatening to curl up and die. And if there was a chicken trying to cross the hot pavement on the road- I can just about guarantee that she’d be hopscotching or flopping trying to get to the other side…when she’d collapse in a bonafide sinking spell! My grandmother had a barometer on her wall for just such occasions when thunder and lightening threatened to break the heat by throwing a big storm or wind and rain- just to cool things off… she’d always blame such maladies like Sinking Spells on the barometric pressure among other things… I hope you enjoy this piece I wrote a few summers ago about this very subject! Love y’all and stay cool…

8 thoughts on “Sinking Spells…

      1. Kangaroos lose in the top paddock, I suspect. A couple of sangers (sandwiches) short of a picnic – two polite yet typically Australian euphemisms for varying degrees of insanity. Though I prefer the term “eccentric” sometimes in polite company:)

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