I don’t know about where you are but where I am, it is hot and humid. The older I get the more I appreciate weather in the 50s. But it’s double that temperature in Dixie currently.
When I was on the track this morning and the sun came up, the heat and humidity were like a wool blanket, about the last thing I desired. Even the pines seemed to dread the haze of these days.
But the fawns are out and about now, their wobbly legs learning their design. And the A/C in my car is pumping. And summer in the South is here … with a vengeance.