Oh, these hot (so very hot) days of summer. I find myself dreaming (longing) for autumn more often than not once we reach mid August or so. I also question our sanity in moving down from the relative cool of the mountains of East Tennessee (some 13 years ago) down to the very South of Louisiana. The pitiful garden is producing little more than zinnias (um, and more cantaloupe) but they seem to brighten up the whole house with their cheery persistence.
The elderberries are rockin' right along also, and we are picking as many as we can to freeze for winter syrup. When it is 102 outside, it is so hard to believe that it will one day be cold again.
Hope you are finding ways to keep cool!
