This is turning out to be, so far at least, about the perfect summer. Heat not unbearable, regular rains, bugs not nearly as bad as they were in late spring.
Yep. Got no complaints here.
We had a fine porch time yesterday evening and it was if Jessie were with us. She called and I discussed home birth with her (she got to attend one on Thursday night) and her daddy discussed business opportunities with her. At the age of sixty he's getting excited about an idea he has and I'm like, "Whoa. Is this going to involve me?" Because you know me- if I get the laundry done and dinner on the table every day, I've just about used up all of my reserves.
We have to drive to town today. Mr. Moon needs to pick up a car and I need to go to the grocery. Kathleen invited us to supper tonight and I said we'd come if I can do the cooking. So I better get a move on instead of sitting here on this back porch and watching the chickens go in and out of the hen house.
Wish I had something all wise and shit to say but I don't. I'm just enjoying the day, this summer day. Maurice is trying to tell me something by putting her ass on the keyboard and flicking her tail. I'm thinking about peach cobblers and chicken and dumplings. I'm thinking about yellow tomatoes and red chickens and orange cats. I'm thinking I'm glad we don't have to cut a chicken's head off to make chicken and dumplings and that I'm a huge hypocrite.
Let's all watch the moon tonight.
I love you like a summer romance but I'll still love you in September.