I need another day or so to get the latest baseball-pic post up. So I'll just offer one complaint and one minor miracle:
- I am officially sick of this summer. Just walking out between the garage door and the car, and the car and my office, is a sweatfest. It was supposed to have rained significantly this week; it did night before last, but nothing steady enough to soak.
- And yet, things are growing.
We don't decorate for Halloween. But after last year's, some idiot decided to re-enact the Smashing Pumpkins' eponymous hit and tossed a rotting one at our front door.
We composted it. And now, despite heat and drought, there are at least four of them out there:)
A friend responded to my Facebooking of those with a quote:
"You did your best to bury me, but you forgot I am a seed" (loose translation of poet Dinos Christianopoulos)
Seven weeks until All Hallows- if we don't totally melt before then.