Here it is, the end of July. I think August is a sad month. Summer is winding down, and all the fun things you did when the weather first got nice are sort of old hat now. The garden is tired looking and it's too hot to plant anything. Even if you could stand the heat, the plants couldn't. Even the dog is listless.
I didn't have any plans at all for August, until last week. My sister and I are going to Virginia to see our dad and stepmother for a few days, and then we, along with our dad, are going to South Dakota for a family wedding. And it won't be any cooler there, trust me.