It’s hot! How many times will I say that over the next 5 or 6 months?
Yesterday evening Vince and I were out doing a few things in the yard and it was pretty miserable.
Vince: It’s already miserable.
Me: Summertime in Texas.
Vince: This is exactly why we should have a summer home in the north and a winter home in the south when we retire.
Me: Then you couldn’t have chickens or an orchard or a big garden!
Vince: But you could be comfortable and we could have lobster!
Did he say lobster? I’m guessing that rules out Colorado or Montana. I do believe he was thinking of one of those states where folks would laugh at my accent!
The only thing for certain is . . he doesn’t know what he wants. Last month he was all set to buy a place on the river a bit south of us. My guess is . . we’re never leaving this spot right here . . though we may end up melting into one big stinkin’ puddle at this rate.
I worked in the garden this morning from about 7 til 10:30. I wasn’t done with all I wanted to do but had to give up because it was so hot. I’ll keep reminding myself that we don’t have snow and ice during the winter . . so that should compensate for having 100+ degree days for five months. Yep . . that’s what I thought too. It’s not a fair trade-off.
Now I’m off to can the carrots that we dug a day or so ago.