It has been a week of blistering heat and drenching humidity. Best for staying in the shade and sipping fizzy drinks in glass tumblers (NOT plastic) with lots of ice, slices of fruit and snippets of Mojito mint. Also a time to think wistfully about the glorious, sunny, slightly cooler September days to come.
Cooking and hot food? Not so much. Most meals are cold stuff, lightly tossed salads with whatever is ripe in the garden (or tucked in the fridge) along with a drizzle of balsamic. The crunchy veggies and lovely, crisp greens on my plate are tarted up with generous dollops of olives and feta. Yum.
It must be August. There are Carolina grasshoppers (also called road-dusters and Quakers) everywhere in the garden, and when they take sudden, swooping flight out of the tomato patch right in front of us, their airborne antics startle.
Love the blue in the bottom of the beaker here. I seem to be drinking sky.
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