Groundhog days?
Are these hot days groundhog days or not? My sister says I do not qualify as she lives groundhog life and knows more about it than I do. That was after eight early shifts in a specialist care unit for severe Alzheimer sufferers. She has started work there recently and despite the wonderful activities they offer every day pretty much repeats the one before, especially when it comes to their clients abilities.
OK she won the argument but people in my life go round in sort of cycles too. When temperature reaches certain figure my other sister begins the annual process of divorce proceedings. On the home front - a lot less dramatically - No5 overheats, needs long play in cool water and then even longer cooling and drying period in the swinging hammock. We all push her at least half an hour each day and it is a bliss to see someone so relaxed yet keeping an eye on the work in the yard, waving daddy each time he drives by.
In the cool of the mornings I keep an eye of my blogger friends. This summer's theme has been Nantucket Island in the USA. It started with a new table cloth for kitchen table full of little signs and one of them is "Nantucket Bay Inn". Before long Finnish Blogger Mama from New Hampshire took her family of seven there to stay in a family house. The next thing I knew American Blogger from London was there with her family too on her way to Boston. While on the Island Blogger Mama bough a car from Oklahoma and from her drive home shared some fantastic pictures from Kansas. Which made me wonder how Kansasfarmer is doing? Could I put a request in for some more Kansas pictures and some from the beautiful old houses too?! The big summer suspense has been waiting for the next installment from the "Diary of Becoming a Farmer".
I trust you have by now figured out that we do not stretch the brain or muscle too much but just enjoy the few beauties mother nature puts our way. However we are still able to laugh.
As The Bus i.e. family vehicle, has broken down there has been a slight shortage of trips to the beach - Hisself is not partial to half a ton of sand on his leather upholstery, not to mention the wet body boarding gear & smelly dog. We all do not fit into the car anyway, so the boys decided to go to the nearby forest instead. On they return I asked "How was it?" "Raining." says No3. The sun was blaring from blue sky and temperature above +27 degrees C. "Raining what?" I asked. "Pigeons," said No1. ?????? On that day baby pigeons were practising flying. They had just about mustered the rudimentals of the job itself and sort of figured what to do with the trees but two large moving figures were just too much to cope with. Boys had no option but to leave the practising ground for health reasons, theirs and the birds.