And now it feels like a Kansas summer--hot, sticky, 100 degrees.
I can't complain much, though. I can't think of a summer before this one where we've made it this close to August 1st without having to haul out the watering hose. What's more, the cool July really seems to have helped the veggies in the garden set fruit well. Our tomatoes are reddening up like little Christmas baubles, and we're eating a fat, chilled cucumber almost every day.
Above: one evening's haul and a sneaky snap of my boys out hunting up a few bits for dinner.