I used to love summer. But this one’s been tough. The heat has made it hard for Adam and I to play outside, but it’s been even harder on the turkeys (and their devoted farmer.)
And the bugs – even when it was cooler, the bugs were so bad that Adam walks around slapping his head saying, “I got him, I got that skeeto bug,” out of habit.
Why so many bugs this year? The water. I haven’t even posted about the water yet. But google “Squaw Creek” under news and you’ll see what my lovely creek did to my even lovelier alma mater. Not good.
So, today is the day I’ve been waiting for. We are hanging out on the porch in sweatshirts…there is a gentle breeze, and although the leaves aren’t yet turning, we can hear them rustling against each other. Occasionally, we hear a cow from down the road, and the neighbor cat is here to visit, as always. Adam is talking to his tractors, and I’m just sitting here, soaking it all in.