can’t blog much… too hot… 100 degrees… global warming and/or mid-summer…
The poor chickens look like fish on dry land with their mouths hanging open panting.
Everything’s hanging like wet rags.
The sweat’s running down my forehead as fast as I can wipe it off.
Hot is what I’m saying.
Wilty Broccoli
Field of Potatoes with Blues in the Front
Walla Walla [...]

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