Not everybody lives here in the Southeast, which is apparently the sweaty armpit of the U.S., but ye gods this has been a hot summer. I am so ready for it to end. The end of scorching days and nearly passing out every time I mow the lawn and ozone alerts and the hostas I worked so hard to plant in the spring and which looked so nice for 6 weeks getting crispier and deader every day. The end of not being able to drag myself out of bed and go for a run because it's 85 degrees at 8:30 a.m. And I am definitely ready for the end of stratospherically-high electric bills.
Which is why the trees in our back yard presented me with a VERY welcome sight earlier this week:
Now, if the weather would just follow suit, I'd be a really happy camper.
2 comments:
Southeast? In my mind you were in the Midwest somewhere. Odd.
You're not entirely wrong - we're from the Midwest, and we were living back there a couple of years ago, before we came down here. I spent a lot of my childhood in the heart of the heartland, so I probably sound really Midwestern (even when I write).
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