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.)
"In summer we live out of doors, and have only impulses and feelings, which are all for action, and must wait commonly for the stillness and longer nights of autumn and winter before any thought will subside; we are sensible that behind the rustling leaves, and the stacks of grain, and the bare clusters of the grape, there is the field of a wholly new life, which no man has lived; that even this earth was made for more mysterious and nobler inhabitants than men and women. In the hues of October sunsets, we see the portals to other mansions than those which we occupy."
~Henry David Thoreau
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!