Here all this time I thought it was me being a wimp.
My flowerbeds are starting to resemble the Amazon rainforest but without the rain. We got our water bill yesterday. Lets just say that between the electric bill and the water bill, we are going to be wearing clothes made out of fig leaves, unless of course, I can manage to spin straw in to gold. Since the last time I tried to spin, I couldn't even make wool look like string, it will be fig leaves as soon as I find a tree.
I hope you are enjoying your day, I know I will even if it is hot. I will find lots of things to be thankful for like
clouds. Clouds are very nice.
Teach us Delight in simple things,
And Mirth that has no bitter springs,
---"Children's Song," The Puck of Pook's Hill,
Rudyard Kipling, 1906
See what I mean, nothing nice.