“Plant your own garden
and decorate your soul
instead of waiting for someone
to bring you flowers.”
~Veronica A. Shoffstall

This post has no literary merit. I am merely whining about the weather. Again. It’s too hot to write in my house. It’s too hot to sleep in my house. It is, in short, too hot in my house.

I love my backyard. It has many tall trees and lots of lovely shade. Alas, thanks to the wildfires in the Gorge, at the moment there is ash all over the place as well. I’m ready for autumn.