and I think we only turned the air conditioning on once in July. Hot enough to enjoy swimming during the day, if we make it to the river down the road or fill up the big stock tank for the kids (our creek has dried to a trickle), but cool enough at night to want a jacket if you’re going to be out. But the dryness is beginning to show. I walked up to the hill to the shut-ins this afternoon and the grass and wildflowers crunched under my feet. Crispy, brown. The sun beat down on me, on the ground, on everything, crossing that fine line between deliciously warm and frighteningly intense. Yep, August ground. Can’t complain, that line is usually crossed in June.
The fresh tomato bit is seasonal, the pizza is on Fridays, but the semi-charmed life is pretty much an every day occurrence. If you ever, for any odd reason, find yourself in or near Fredericktown, Missouri we’d love to share a slice of life with you, whoever you are.