This is what happens when I cannot drag up enough energy to go to the garden for a couple of days.
Tomorrow is supposed to be the day the humidity takes a hike. I will believe it when I feel it. We had the mother of storms last night. I am surprised I awoke to the place intact. I was sure I would find us dropped in someone's cornfield.
I have lost the blogging feeling. My brain is fried like an egg. My humor is absent. I am a crabby thing indeed. My horses are worn out from heat and unbelievable flies. It is a horror movie in my pastures. I now understand the madness of the characters in a Tennessee Williams play. Much more of this and I would probably end up on Fox 'News'.
So I leave you with a hint of what being around me is like this past 45 days. Grumble, Grumble.