I'll swear it was just two weekends ago that Lucy and I waited until mid-afternoon to ride so that we wouldn't freeze.
Yesterday, we had to leave by 8 to beat the heat.
When we got home, the boys were hanging out behind the barn in the shade, bemoaning their still-furry winter coats.
Alan: I'm cute even when I'm scruffy.
Me: Hank, wake up. We're home.
Hank: Did you pick up some ice cream?
I rather enjoyed the 80-degree day. The summer heat may be here but the summer bugs are not,
so it was a perfect afternoon to chop down trees,
except that nobody wanted to leave the shade to keep me company.