Weather prognosticators notwithstanding, dog days has ended for another year.
My grandmother told me several years ago that Dog Days is the period of time that legend says the Virgin Mary traveled to see her cousin Elizabeth while both women were pregnant. This was in the time of the New Testament, and well before it was polite to say “pregnant” without being scolded.
In our family’s worldview, Dog Days always begins around the third of July and ends around the 11th of August. We get our end and beginning times from almanac calendars.
One of the interesting things is that weather patterns usually hold true for this time period. If it “sets in” wet, it’ll be wet all during Dog Days. If it “sets in” dry, it’ll be dry. And the weather pattern usually changes some at the end of the period. We’re seeing an end to a somewhat dry dog days. Temps are falling from the 90s to the 80s. Fall is on order, and will arrive in a few weeks, heralding the end to summer and the end to the growing season. But for now, we endure the season with all the grace we have in us.