I guess that's hot in Centigrade. We got almost 90 F. here in Pa. Rather have a blizzard? quasimodo1
I guess that's hot in Centigrade. We got almost 90 F. here in Pa. Rather have a blizzard? quasimodo1
Yes, it will be somewhere around 111-112 in Farenheit.
Now a days, the weather here is less hot than I had expected it to be.
I sang of leaves, of leaves of gold, and leaves of gold there grew.
It's beautiful and sunny here...finally. We haven't seen the sun or felt it's heat in weeks, it's just been rain, rain and more rain and I really hate to complain because we need the moisture so badly but it is really nice to see blue sky again.![]()
the luminous grass of the prairie hides
feet lovely and still as sleeping doves,
porcelain bones strong enough to carry a life,
but weighty and unmovable
As black Dakota hills. ~ Riesa
partly sunny though cloudy right now. Hoping for rain because the grounds are parched.
"...if you weren't smart enough to get a pedophile in a dress to put a small amount of water on the child’s forehead, then what the eff did you think was going to happen?
The temperature for today has been 47 degree celsius (116.6 F - approx). When I am walking it's still better, but, when I am on my scooty I feel as if I am passing through an oven![]()
I replied back to someone badly today (the person had asked me a very normal thing), only because this heat and the weather made me mad.
To Madhuri: 116F where do you live? quasimodo1
Delhi, India.
sunny and a bit breezy. Nice California weather!
"The time has come," the Walrus said,
"To talk of many things:
Of shoes--and ships--and sealing-wax--
Of cabbages--and kings--
And why the sea is boiling hot--
And whether pigs have wings."
sunny and very warm. In the twenties.(which is hot to the Irish!)
"Come away O human child!To the waters of the wild, With a faery hand in hand, For the worlds more full of weeping than you can understand."
W.B.Yeats
"If it looks like a Dwarf and smells like a Dwarf, then it's probably a Dwarf (or a latrine wearing dungarees)"
Artemins Fowl and the Lost Colony by Eoin Colfer
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It is 31C, 40 with the humidity, severe thunderstorm warning.
There once was a scotsman named Drew
Who put too much wine in his stew
He felt a bit drunk
And fell off his bunk
And landed smack into his shoe ~(C) Ms Niamh Anne King
Very hot.
I sang of leaves, of leaves of gold, and leaves of gold there grew.