Endless Summer, or so it feels

By the end of August, a lot of the talk around these parts is how anxious everyone is to have summer gone and the heat replaced by temperatures you feel like you can bear. Today its 100 degrees F and it feels hotter than that. The ground is dry, the garden looking more like a waste land than a place of hope. You get excited when clouds build and one can only hope for a stray shower to refresh not only the ground, but you.

We have more than a month of hot temperatures ahead of us here in north Texas, and I am praying it goes by fast.

I was just outside with my camera, thinking there isn't a whole lot I feel like photographing. It all looks brown and dry.

A shell of a cicada, shriveled green bean vines. Tilled soil that feels more like fine dust than dirt. It just doesn't seem pretty to me, and that is partly due to my distaste for this heat.

The kittens are cute and follow me around like I am a second mother, no doubt from all the goats milk I dish out to them each day.

I find myself dreaming of the smell of woodsmoke and the feeling of frosty morning air. Wishing for the need of sweaters and wool socks. Of snow flakes and ice on the water buckets. It is feeling a bit like summer will go of forever and it looks like Harry is feeling the same way as he hangs his paws off the bridge, trying to find a bit of a breeze.