Frying

Before church this morning, ask girls got a bike ride in. And, I got a little bit of hillbilly kiddo time with my favorites before the pavement was scorching hot.

I suppose I could’ve fried my eggs out in the 95° heat easily enough, but they tasted better in the cool kitchen with a big glass of raw milk and a couple slices of sourdough toast.

Luckily the garden is winding down, but it still requires a good dose of water for the remnant few things we are continuing to harvest. The okra and peppers like the heat.

Our boy finds his shady retreats during the day, but the heat is taking a toll on our handsome young polar bear too. The pond barely cools him and his appetite is not it’s usual pace. Summer came late this year but hot hot hot.