3:35 p.m.

I need to be out of here in half an hour, and should be cleaning up what’s left of my mess after putting together salads for the potluck I’m off to at the lake. But ...

Lord it’s hot. I felt like passing out when I was in the garden a while ago, picking leaf lettuce and green onions and loving the greenery to pieces.

Just me and my Farmbeau all week.

Gotta bolt. I leave you with a picture of Angie and Barney doing their thing last Saturday night.