August 20, 2013

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…August hangs at the very top of the summer, the top of the live-long year, like the highest seat of a Ferris wheel when it pauses in its turning. The weeks that come before are only a climb from balmy spring, and those that follow a drop to the chill of autumn, but…August is motionless, and hot. It is curiously silent, too, with blank white dawns and glaring noons, and sunsets smeared with too much color… These are strange and breathless days, the dog days…  – Tuck Everlasting

 

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Woohee, is it hot out there!  Temps have been hovering around 100 degrees for the past several days, without a drop of rain in sight.  These are what they call the dog days of summer, my friend.

 

 

 

 

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