It's Not The Heat...

Yowza, things are lushly toasty around here. And green. It feels like July come early.

I am definitely not complaining.

Right now the evening is still bright, blue-skied. The air is quiet, a soft swirl of flowery perfume, now and then. I'm sweaty and a bit grimy from moving some stuff down from my Grandmother's attic, earlier. So right now I'm thinking: cool shower, and tall glass of water.

Not exactly exciting, but both should hit the spot.

Stay cool.