With weather like this, it's hard to spend a day indoors writing. Yesterday, Budley and I went out to cut a limb out of a maple tree that was hanging down over my flower bed, and we wound up cutting the dead lower limbs out of every tree in the backyard. That doesn't sound like a whole lot until you take into consideration that my backyard is more like a park than the average yard. It's amazing what you can reach from the tailgate of a truck with a weed whacker that has a little chainsaw on the end of it.
We even opened the windows because it was cooler outside than it was in the house. Sure doesn't feel like the last week of July. After last year's triple digit temps and severe drought, this year has been incredibly pleasant. Budley and I were both sweating a bit while we worked, but the breeze was surprisingly cool. Even though my feet were killing me after all the tromping around and dragging limbs away, I went out and took a few pictures. Weather like this deserves to be remembered. I just wish you could feel the breeze and hear the cicadas singing down in the woods!