…make me look back on days like this with something approaching nostalgia…
I won’t say Monsoon is my favorite time of the year on account of the mud. But every season has its blessing, and when the storm cells rumble through every evening there’s a lovely breeze that cools things down and lets you sleep. This year Monsoon is apparently giving us a miss, and the heat is starting to wear on old Uncle Joel.
If you can sleep when the wind blows,you’ve spent your time wisely.
While I dread the snow, I look forward to the first good frost because allergy season has started.