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.