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 [...]