Cool as a cucumber
Yesterday was borderline insufferably hot, especially towards dinner time when I had to light the grill eleventy seven times to get the coals going enough to render the chicken breasts NOT RAW. The breeze died down, the humidity stomped back into town, and I labored over those damned coals for an hour before they finally took, then another hour of grilling.
The only thing that saved me from drowning myself in the kiddie pool was the ice cold beer Chris brought to me in the garden while I was finishing up the trellis in the cucumber bed (pre-grill.)
"All through the long winter, I dream of my garden. On the first day of spring, I dig my fingers deep into the soft earth. I can feel its energy, and my spirits soar."
~Helen Hayes
July 18th, 2006 at 1:03 pm
Love the new look Kelly!
July 18th, 2006 at 6:54 pm
it;s so hot here I’m melting in places I forgot about. ick. grilling and a beer sounds lovely though!