Sweating like a horse. August smaugust.
OK. Take comfort in snap dragons and lemon verbena.
Pretty pretty weeds. No. Those are wild flowers.
Feeling better already.
Wait. Uh oh.
Phooey. Time to retreat to the nice cool house.
I really should be out there pulling weeds. Oy.
Move over, Clover. That couch is calling me.
Blame it on the heat. Blame it on the sun. Blame it on the Bossa Nova.