It is 100 or near 100 every day.
Our crops are looking to be done for.
Thankfully, we don't depend fully on a good crop to make our income. Friends of ours do and our hearts break for them.
Not even for Pandora.
Much less blogging. How I miss writing!
Instead I spend my days doing this.....
Which brings me to this little song my youngest keeps singing.
Cracks. Me. Up.
Sometimes S4 follows me while I am watering my flowers. He knows it is about an hour of my undivided attention. And that boy can TALK.
Today he informed me it is a good thing that God does miracles because he tried to make a man out of birdseed like God made a man out of dirt but all he did was make a big mess.
Glad God took care of that one for us.
You just never know what deep conversations we have while watering.
Lately I have been sitting on my porch in the hottest part of the afternoon reading. What a great luxury that has been!
But I miss you all.