It’s Freakin’ Hot

The grass is turning crunchy and brown. Photo by: Suna

Brody is learning how to negotiate the stairs. Photo by: Suna

She patrols that fence of his

To a Latin drum

And the hissing of summer lawns

—John Guerin and Joni Mitchell

It’s freakin’ hot outside—more than 100^°F. The grass has turned its summer brown. When we go for walks, we experience the crunching of summer lawns.

With it being this hot, of course it’s time to start some really difficult outside work. The sand and mortar mix have been delivered, so Raul can start putting the stone on the side of the house. It’s really getting close to being finished.

But we’re enjoying the porch now that we’ve cleaned it up. Suna says even with the heat, the front porch is fairly comfortable. In the late afternoon, we can sit on the front porch and enjoy the shade and the breeze. I’m glad we had the eaves insulted. That helps keep the heat off of us.