We're all doing the best we can to make it through these crazy, hot, humid last days of summer we've been having.
Our granddog, Tucker, has found the coolest place in the house and has claimed it as his own comfort zone. The tile under the wood stove in the kitchen and the cast iron of the stove itself stay cool to the touch even when the rest of the house seems to be roasting, and it didn't take Tucker long to figure that out.
This very hot weather we're having? Somehow it just doesn't seem right that the bulk of our summer was comprised of cool, fall-like days and now that autumn air really should be here, we're hitting 90° days, one after the other.
Hey! Who's in charge of the weather these days, huh?
Weekend, WIP, waiting
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