I hate heat. I’ve never tolerated it well. I like temperatures between 70 F and 75 F, mostly sunny with a few fleecy white clouds floating by on a nice breeze. Oh yeah! That’s my idea of a good time.

I do not like heat. 101. Blech. Take it away. NOW!

I know we only have to suffer through a few days of this a year. But, still, I don’t think we should have to suffer through any. I guess it makes us appreciate the great climate here the rest of the year.

There’s been a coon in the grapes a couple of nights. I’ve chased him away with a broom. I have no idea what he’s nibbling on up there. The grapes won’t be ripe for another month. Right now they are hard, sour little marbles. With my luck, the coon will be back while I’m away on vacation, the grapes will be ripe, and I’ll come home to stripped vines. It’s going to be war between those coons and I.