Driving down South last week, I gasped through temperatures
in the mid-90’s. Returning North this
week, we’ve seen temps down into the mid- 40’s, and I’m digging out my
sweatshirts.
Looking out into the garden yesterday, my tomato plants have
tomatoes that are so dark green --- not anywhere near turning red --- that I
think the plants think it’s early June, with lots of summer days left. Meanwhile in the center of the yard, the big
old maple tree has leaves that are turning colors; it thinks it’s mid October,
and so I might find myself raking leaves pretty soon.
Sheesh!
But it was this sign which I saw on the way home from Night
Prayers tonight which really “summer”-izes my thoughts:
And so when I saw the temp was 81 outside, I threw the
Beachboys on the CD player, turned up the volume, and stopped to buy a hot
fudge sundae for dinner.
Hey! Let's pretend today’s
Friday, then I couldn’t eat any meat anyway, right?! (but let's not tell my personal trainer about this little stop).
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