The Summer of No Rain
It has been unusually dry this the summer of 2023, that coupled with bouts of high temperatures.
What does this retired couple do on a hot day? Dennis and I drove several blocks from home for pedicures. This is such a better plan than driving to Mankato. Patronizing one of our small town businesses feels good. Like many small towns, there are far too many vacant store fronts.
It can come with personal irks. Such as me telling Dennis after he is already in his little red pickup that the cap he was wearing needed to be swapped out for a clean one. How dare I? Yup.
The pork roast in the crock pot is filling the kitchen with wonderful aromas. The roast, even after this evening’s supper will give me options in the coming days.
As I was reading this afternoon in my bedroom porch, perched upon my cherry red chair, there were farm vehicles going by that indicated somewhere there was a cutting of hay that needed a side rake followed by a baler. I can easily remember hot days on the family farm in Boon Lake Township. No one dared to comment on the heat. We just got it done. Us kids switched off as to who would be stacking bails five high on the hay rack behind the baler, and who was stacking bails up in the haybarn. It was share, share, share alike. No fatalities then, but perhaps issues in our later years. God bless titanium implants.
Even the front deck smelled of heat this morning and for sure . . . no sounds of lawnmowers at any time today. The grass crunches under foot.
Be kind to yourselves and give ample rest.