Everett, walking behind me down the hall, says in an exasperated tone:
“Mom, why aren’t you wearing any pants?”
I inform him that I am wearing a bathing suit, thank you very much.
Heh.
Another hot day, though we had thunder and rain last night and the power was out for several hours.
I'm working, so had best get back to it, during these hours of intense heat. Though Everett is out there now, pulling thistles that are as tall as he is from the back of the garden. He was having no part of getting up early to avoid the heat of the day; now he's paying. I spent an hour out there before the sun got up to full speed.
Next year, I am planting nothing that can't be weeded with my trusty stirrup hoe. To hell with hand-weeding half an acre of violas. Live and learn.
