Everywhere we went this weekend, the subject of conversation was the heat. Strangers, neighbors, family – it was all about how stepping outside felt like a) an oven b) a furnace c) a sauna or d) all of the above. It’s true – the heat index was 110°F (43°C).
It didn’t stop us from going to the Farmer’s Market where everything looked fresh and delicious but still, we didn’t linger. It was just too hot. Did I say it was hot?
The fruits, veggies, and flowers thought so too. I wouldn’t believe it either except I heard them talking about how happy they were to be out of the sun for a change. Okay, well, I am fairly certain I heard them – or maybe the heat was getting to me and I only imagined it. Did I say it was hot?