Tuesday, June 12, 2007


It's nearly 1:00 in the afternoon, 93 degrees (a dry heat all due to 19% humidity) in the shade, the grandchild and wife sit under the awning, sipping cold drinks, and talk while the youngest concentrates on her art.

She's only four but Grace knows what the primary colors are.

It's going to be close to 100 in Cow Town today. Perfect summer weather.

It's been a busy day:

Patching holes on the rental roof (a satellite dish was removed by the tenant last week but didn't bother to patch where it had been).

Returning a couple of things to Lowe's.

Checking on the painters who are covering the inside of our rental in something in between several primary colors.

Lunch with Grace and Candace at Round Table.

Speaking to our plumber about the water that continues to flow around the foundation of our home.

Throw the ball for Jilli (always throw the ball for Jilli).

Sunflowers in full bloom. It's 90 plus degrees. This is what sunflowers do best.

The tomatoes are beginning to ripen. We ate the first of our summer's crop last night. Marinated in olive oil, basil and spices they were scrumptious.

I can hardly wait to sink my teeth into a BLT containing slices of tomatoes from our garden.

There's nothing like a real tomato - one that's not from a hot house, not from Latin America and not picked green with the fate of ripening in a crate that's on it's way to a supermarket.

Real tomatoes? They're hard to come by. Eat and enjoy 'em if you got 'em.

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twilite said...

Hi Bob! What sweltering heat you've got there.

Your granddaughter looks like a budding artist?!

Thanks for the lovely tomatoes...and the sunflowers.

Max said...

Ya know... Grace's art looks a helluva lot better than what I was doing at her age!

Bob said...

That's the difference between boys and girls, Max - especially at four years of age.

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