Sit in my bones

Heat, ma’am! it was so dreadful here, that I found there was nothing left for it but to take off my flesh and sit in my bones. Sydney Smith, Lady Holland’s Memoir

I’m sure it is hotter in other parts of the country so I guess I can’t really complain but Colorado Springs isn’t supposed to be 97 degrees plus for weeks on end. We need a cooling rain shower but the skies look clear. The garden is loving it (especially the cosmos.) We ate the first cucumbers from the garden last night, they were just like I remembered from summer’s past. My father always grew tomatoes and cucumbers at the beach-house and we were spoiled with cucumbers all summer long. Memories of tomato salads and marinated cucumbers and my mother’s delicious pineapple-mint iced tea.
 Two more weeks until I’m done with school, it hardly seems possible…but when I look at all the writing I’ve done its been a long 2 1/2 years. Looking forward to getting back to regular blogging but this afternoon the hammock under the mock orange tree is calling my name.
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