“My little dog – a heartbeat at my feet.” Edith Wharton

Dog days. It’s 114º degrees Fahrenheit in the shade. When I took my morning walk it was already getting toasty, and I was home before eight…

…Then the power went out in my neighborhood, and I put this post aside until today. Yesterday the temperature kept rising until it became one for the books. When I woke this morning I scurried around the house, setting ladders up at the windows, and tossing the darkest tablecloths I could find over linen drapes. It’s a bit cavernous looking, but I’ve gotta keep that sun out.

Right now it’s a relatively balmy 104º.

And I have become one of those people who talks about the weather.

Have a delightful weekend, and do stay cool!




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