August was stupidly hot here in Saint Louis. I spent almost the entire month either in my home with the windows closed and the air conditioning on, or outside sweating rivers. This morning, it is 61 degrees outside, the windows are open, and there is a gentle breeze blowing past my bare feet as I type this blog post.
This morning, I am grateful for cool mornings. They feel nice and they let the green things grow.
In a way, I was also thankful for August’s heat. I didn’t have to mow the lawn very often.
Why am I writing this? See my post Finding the Good: Family.
I wish u would write a book, Art. You are so eloquent. ?
LOL. Thanks, Ruth. Would a blog do instead of a book?